Chapter 45 Forty Five

• ABIGEAL
• YOU COULD cut through the tension in the room with a butter knife. Every second that ticked by was punctuated by a roll of sweat down Steven's face and into the collar of his white shirt. He also knew that every second ticking by was taking time off his brother's life; I couldn't imagine the stress he was under.
• Finally, he pivoted and left the banister. I thought he had left until I saw him appear on the ground floor, moving towards us with a determination that had me warily raising my weapon and aiming it at him.