The second hand on the wall clock ticked persistently, piling up the seconds into minutes. Long agonizing minutes that were driving Talia crazy. In the dim lighting of the house, Talia watched as yet another minute went by and still no sound cut through the deafening silence to indicate the men were back.
She turned her head and looked at Abigail. The heavily pregnant woman had finally abandoned the cool, calm demeanor she had been wearing since the guys left the house. Now Talia saw anxiety written all over Abigail’s body.
Talia turned to the clock again. Another minute had gone by.
“Isn’t there a way you can get in touch with them?” Talia asked. “Just so we know that they are okay.”
Abigail shook her head, but before she could respond with words, the lights in the house turned back
