Teresa came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. Bruce was getting a little worried about her. She was taking Larissa’s kidnapping harder than he thought. He sighed as she went to the couch and sat down. And Herald didn’t help matters by accusing her. Bruce walked to the couch, and crouched in front of her.
“Maybe you should go upstairs and rest. We’ll call you if we hear anything,” he said. Teresa stared at him, tears filled her eyes, but she held them back. She nodded, and then got to her feet. Bruce straightened and watched her walk up stairs.
He sighed again, feeling suddenly exhausted. And he knew he couldn’t be tired. Not yet, not until Larissa was back in his arms.
“You know the worst enemy is the one closest to you,” Herald said around a sandwich he was eating. Bruce shoo
