Chapter Thirty Six
John races through the doorway, to the sound of breaking glass. He looks at Paul who stands, a distant, troubled expression playing upon his face. Julia upon the bed, an anger flashing in her eyes.
Paul breaks the silence, “He was here John, he came for her…”
John looks once more at Paul, at Julia, at the jagged shards of broken window – the curtains billowing, and his gaze coming to rest again upon Paul.
He spits out the words, his voice filled with venom, “I know.”
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