[For a minute, Rosella thought about quietly getting up and shutting the door, and leaving it at that. And yet...after that minute had passed, she slowly retrieved the gun and turned it over in her hands, recalling how the handle fit into her hand, and how to work it, and then walked quietly to the door.
She could still close it. But she didn't.
Peeking around the doorway to make sure the coast was clear, she crept out after Sam.]
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She could still close it. But she didn't.
Peeking around the doorway to make sure the coast was clear, she crept out after Sam.]