Pierce looked at the room, there where pillows on the floor, Sheryl’s usually neat desk was messy. He looked at the window and realized it was open because of the draft that was filling the room. He moved past his wife and went to the window as if expecting to find someone there. He looked down and all he saw was their backyard and nothing else. He pulled his head back into the room and closed the window and secured the latch. He turned and looked at his wife who looked sick with worry.
“What are we going to do?” she asked her husband, her voice trembling with fear.
“Nothing” he told her.
“Nothing!” she said in disbelief.
“We can’t keep running”
“What about Sheryl? What if they find her?” Gill asked her voice heavy with panic.
“We taught her well” he said as he walked across the room and embraced his wife.
“Is she ready?” Gill asked.
“She’s her parents’ daughter, she’ll be fine and don’t forget she’s not alone” he comforted his wife.
“I hope so” was all Gill said as she clung onto her husband.
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