“Search the rooms!”
There were probably a dozen men. He carefully observed the faces through the tiny crack meant for air. They seemed human. For a second he even considered…
Clang! The sound almost made him jump. One of the men emerged from the kitchen dragging Bessie by the hair. His heart broke then and there.
“Where are the others?” The leader screamed at her. A brief silence, followed by muffled thuds of violence.
As they took her away, Bessie’s swollen face turned towards him, accusation burning in her eyes. He quickly bit his thumb to silence his chattering teeth.