“Today was the fourth—third—no, fourth day of this.
Was it?
She was briefly mortified. Yes, it was the fourth day. The third full day. How long was it supposed to go on? Ian had made it sound like he wanted a quick resolution. But what was going on elsewhere? By now Brandon and Cheryl would have been in touch somehow. Hopefully they would have called each other and started something. The gears might be rolling.
She suddenly became aware of the silence. The furniture moving had stopped. The muffled conversation had stopped. No more whispering.
She stood up. The silence was now uncomfortable. Seconds passed.
“SARAH!” Tony’s voice.
She felt herself jump backward. She watched the square, waiting.”