Another five minutes of silence passed. That was according to the wall clock, but to Jane, it felt like hours. It had been hours since Christopher had left. Each second seemed weighted; even the air seemed heavy and too thick for her to breathe.
She had laid Tony down next to her on the couch. Her own agitation had made her son very irritable. It had taken a lot to settle him and put him to sleep. She kept a hand on his small back, rubbing small circles. It was both a reassurance to her son that she was there and to herself that she had him back and he was safe.
But her focus was mainly outside in the dark night. Every few seconds she glanced at the gate through the window, but still, Christopher’s car didn’t appear.
The television was on but muted. A glance at it showed it was still tu
