Laura blew air forcefully through her mouth, as she tapped endlessly on her laptop keys.
She stopped for a while, silence filling the room as the tapping ceased, but then she continued again, tapping in a free drill.
Finally, she grunted in frustration, and hit the keypad hard, before scooting her wheelchair backwards.
She couldn't concentrate. Her hair was held up in the messiest bun ever, strands falling down from every side of her head. She was trying to write, but she couldn't stop thinking about Ethan. It had been days since she'd last seen him. Where did he go?
And she couldn't lay a claim on him, or start questioning him because he wasn't really her guard. Perhaps he was at that house he talked about, but why was he staying there?
And for what she was trying to write, she was
