“What?” Angela’s mind went blank. She was anguished, and her lips trembled as all colors drained from her face. She didn’t even know she was about to cry until Richard reached to pull her into his arms.
At once, hot tears spilled down her cheeks as she hastily shoved him away. then threw the door open and ran out of the room.
He followed her, only to see that she had returned to her own room and left the door ajar. She rummaged through her room and found her purse, then hurriedly shoved her phone into it, looking ready to leave. Richard stood at the doorway, frowning as he asked, “Are you leaving?”
Angela slung her purse over her shoulder. There was a steely edge to her expression as she stared at him with red-rimmed eyes and said, “I have to go. I need to see my mom. I don’t even know if she’s going to make it.” She refused to stay here safe and sound while her family was in danger. She would much rather offer herself up to those criminals than watch her family die for her.
“You are not allowed to leave the base,” Richard said authoritatively as he put his arm out and blocked the gap in the doorway, his towering frame like a wall that kept her in.
“Step aside, Richard,” Angela ordered.
“Angela, calm down and let’s wait for more news on your mother, okay?” he suggested, taking on a soothing tone in hopes of getting her to see reason.
However, reason eluded her at this moment. All she wanted to do was go back so she could see her mother. “I said,” she bit out forcefully. “Step. Aside.” This time, there was a look in her eyes that resembled hatred, and her jaw was clenched.
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