The room was still and quiet. Not even the sound of her breathing rented the air. If Martin’s sensitive ears weren’t picking the sound of her heart beating at a strong and steady rate in her chest, he would have been very worried.
Martin took a seat next to her on the bed when he returned to the bedroom after escorting Kent out of the house and checking for a first aid kit.
She was exactly where they had left her moments before, except now she was curled up so tightly into herself he had to wonder if she could breathe. It would explain why he couldn’t hear her. Then he noticed it. She had her back faced to him, but Martin could tell she was crying. She did it so silently even his enhanced senses couldn’t have picked it easily. Her sadness hit him like a punch in the gut. He couldn’t igno
