Laura walked into the little chamber before her room, clutching the bathrobe tighter around her.
Ethan was seated on one of the brown sofas, while Ryder stood next to a huge floor length painting of Laura sleeping on green grass, wearing a dress of leaves.
And on the other sofas were the women in suits.
“And who…” she was saying when they all looked up, and she recognized most of them.
They were the women locked up in George's basement.
They rose to their feet instantaneously, but Laura thrust out her arms, a big smile spreading on her face.
“It's fine. It's completely fine. You don't have to rise. Please be seated.” She said, moving to take her own seat before them.
Ethan watched her quietly, noting the way her eyes twinkled in pure delight at having saved the women, the way
