As they drove away john turned in his seat and looked back at the austere building set in the middle of nowhere with bucolic farm fields on either side and the ruins of what must have been the dormitories of the prisoners before they were put to death behind. He turned back around and shuddered; his eyes not focused on anything. He felt like a man who had just had the crap pounded out of him in a bar fight so totally and completely that he was stunned into silence and submission. Amy’s hands were on his shoulders, seeming to ground him into his existence.
The past few minutes were still a total blur. He had only stood there, probably not longer than five minutes, but looking back, it seemed like an eternity.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, feeling the anger and resentment build.
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