There was nothing worse than hiding in a dark bathroom. Not knowing what was happening outside, Jocelyn thought as she wrung her fingers together until they hurt enough for her brain to register the pain.
Jocelyn froze and looked down at her hands as though she couldn’t understand why they were hurting. In all honesty, she couldn’t. Jocelyn could have had her hand on a hot plate and would probably not realize it until it was too late. Because her mind wasn’t on herself. It was on everything else happening around her. She let her hands fall to her sides and flexed her fingers.
Everything had gone quiet outside. For a few minutes, she couldn’t hear any more gunshots. What did that mean? Had Gabriel and the guys killed everyone? Or was it the other way around and Gabriel was lying in a pool
