The tense silence stretched, punctuated only by the ragged breaths. Morrison slowly lowered her weapon, her gaze unwavering from Alex's face.
"Come in," Morrison finally conceded, stepping aside. "Slowly."
Alex entered; his hands raised in surrender. Dark circles marred his sleep-deprived eyes, and his clothes hung limply on his thin frame. Nathan gestured towards a chair, positioning himself between Alex and the hallway leading to Ellen's room.
"Water?" Morrison offered; her voice neutral. Alex nodded gratefully as she retrieved a glass.
Scarlett, her voice laced with suspicion, broke the silence. "How did you find us, Alex?"
He took a slow sip, his throat working visibly. "I was at the hospital... hiding, watching. When I saw Grayson..." He shook his head, his voice thick with emotion. "I knew it was time to meet you. To warn you."
Henry leaned forward; his eyes narrowed. "If you could follow us, who else might have?"
