We were all about to crumble, stretched beyond breaking point. The noise alone made me feel I was being sliced into the thinnest slivers of myself.
And then the moment snapped, the air rushing back into the room as if the whole world were a giant elastic band, pulled as taut as possible then released, returning to its original form. Raven slumped to the floor with a heavy thud, a marionette with cut strings.
“Did we make it?” cried Robert, racing to the window and drawing back the curtains. Outside, a beautiful late afternoon sun was in full bloom.
