Vanessa’s flashlight was on, pointed at the wall. She lay on her side on the cot, facing the door. He couldn’t tell if she was crying, and he wasn’t sure what he’d do if she was. That was probably his least favorite thing in the world. Took him right back to his mom and sisters’ grief after the news came that Ossie was lost when the Twin Towers had collapsed. “Tell you what. I don’t need to be outside to hear bad news coming.” He cleared his throat. Why was this so hard? Wiping a hand across his forehead to swipe at the sweat, he crossed the room and loaded his gear on the lid of a bin. “So this is how we’re going to do it. Sit up.” She pushed up on her hands. “You don’t have to be in here. I was wrong before, what I said.” “Yeah, you were.” He scowled and said a mental curse. That wasn’t exactly the soothing statement he’d been going for. He tossed the folded blanket she’d used as a pillow aside, then sat where it’d been along the edge of the cot, propping his rifle against the wall.
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