"I said go where, George," she murmured coldly repeating herself as he dragged her to one of the plastic chairs that were fixed to the walls. Her eyes were burning with all the tears she shed when she looked up at him, he sighed as he took the seat next to her and pressed her head against his shoulder.
"It's not the right time to talk about this now," he said in a calming tone.
"I think it is," she argued weakly.
It was the same as what had happened in the morning, Henry's presence behind the door and the fact that he was fighting for his life after offering it to her was overwhelming her, she wanted anything to distract her from thinking useless thoughts that went around in useless circles.
