The hours dragged on as Erik and Rebecca sat on the stairs, hidden from view but keeping a vigilant watch on Sara's door. The earlier excitement had given way to a monotonous waiting game, with only the occasional creak of the building or distant sound of traffic as interruptions.
"It's getting late," Rebecca finally said, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft and weary. "Do you really think she's going to come out tonight?"
Erik's eyes never left the door; his body was tense and his mind alert. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice equally tired. "But we can't take the risk of leaving. She might still leave in the middle of the night."
Rebecca sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "So that means we're staying here until the morning?"
