But then, never before - not even when Robbie died - had she been so completely in the thrall of a terror that lent fleetness to her flight.She rushed to Kevin and grabbed him, practically swallowed him up in an embrace that lifted him right off his bed. Kevin did not protest, uncharacteristically calm about the intrusion into his personal space, but rather let her propel him into her arms, ratcheting his thin legs around her waist, and then allowing her to move him out of the room with no fuss whatever.Not that he was silent, no, for he maintained a steady chant throughout the entire process."Gray man's going to kill Scott. Gray man's going to kill Scott. Gray man's going to kill Scott...." And on and on, an unstopping litany of death and terror that her son was singing into her ear.She grabbed her car keys off the small hook above the kitchen sink where she always kept them, then maneuvered Kevin so she could hold him with one hand, and with the other she grabbed his laptop. She did not know why she grabbed the device, not consciously, at any rate.
