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Tracy watched the steel door closing, leaning around the edge as it swung shut to catch a glimpse of Toby Miller and John Jabaldjari as they left the room with the man. Ice cold fingers of apprehension clawed at her gut as the door clanged shut and the boys disappeared from view. She stood, frozen to the spot, staring at the door and listened as the bolt on the other side slid home.
Guilt! Was it guilt she felt? Or was it fear? Or was it both? Whatever it was, it was bad. Her breathing came in loud, abbreviated gasps, and a crushing, vice-like pressure across her upper body gripped her tightly causing her to involuntarily clasp her hands to her chest. She leaned over, struggling to control the erratic breathing. For a brief moment she wondered if she might be having a heart attack. “N
