Sofia sat, Sandra cuddled up to her, for what felt like hours. Edna bustled around, offering tea and cookies and sandwiches, trying to cover over the horror of David's death. Sofia did her best to ignore her, but finally said, "Edna, please. I think we just need to be alone."
Edna pursed her lips and said, "I was only trying to help."
Sofia knew she'd hurt Edna, but she couldn't make herself care.
Edna went off and busied herself elsewhere, leaving the two of them alone, huddled together on the couch, until the doorbell rang. Edna ushered the detective back into the living room, and stood by the door as he sat down across from Sofia and gave her a sympathetic smile.
"We have finished examining your house. We intend to have several officers doing regular patrols overnight, but you are free to go home if you would like."
Home. To the house where David was murdered. It was unthinkable, and yet the thought of not being there was even worse. Being in their house, in their bedroom, would help to bring David back to her, if only in her dreams. She and Sandra followed the detective out of Edna's house.