The morning sun streamed in through the windows of Russell’s home. Roland, Lauren, and their father sat around the dining table, an already made meal set before them.
The cops managed to get Rufus cuffed and taken to the police station for questioning, but even then none of them could touch the meal. Not after the tragedy that befell an officer the previous night.
They all sat still, sad faces on the steams rising from the freshly made spaghetti and stew.
In the silence, Russell lifted his gaze to Roland, eyes glistening. “Any news yet?”
Roland glanced at his phone on the table beside him at the last message from Taylor. It was still as it was.
“Nothing yet,” he said sadly. He exhaled and turned to meet Russell and Lauren’s stare. “They should've wrapped up the surgery by now.”
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