Impatient. Nervous. Paranoid. That's how I felt in that moment. Not only was Viola frightened by the question, but she had gone as pale as a rag as she stuttered out a response. It was just a lot words that were incoherent, forming a sentence that made no sense. I watched her, blinking in surprise. But as the silence overtook, I took several glances in the direction of the door. I focused on my ears, thinking that there could be sound that would give away someone's arrival. But there was no other presence other than Viola. I sensed absolutely nothing.
Turning my attention back to the quiet woman, I leaned further towards her. My hand came over one of hers and she seemed to snap out of her daze. Her fearful eyes met mine and I immediately understood that this conversation had come to an e
