They’re standing on the opposite side of the hall now, out of the way. Jennifer still has her cup of coffee, somehow. Cinn’s being wheelchaired away again. “I—I thought she was going to see her sister,” the kid says. Jennifer hears this, plays it back again, and then steps away so she can look this kid right in the face, give him every last bit of her attention. “Sister?” she says.
Booooo. Hey. SHOW US THE AFTERMATH OF THESE MURDERS. The writing makes it sound like everyone's just taking these recent killings in stride. Dafuq?
