Written for the Daily Prompt (October 18, 2016): Waiting
The waiting was the worse.
Ellie had driven to the station nearly in hysterics. She had tried to call but had been unable to get any answers. At the station, one of the officers had ushered her into the back into one of the rooms used for interrogations. Likely he had done so so she wouldn’t upset anyone else.
Unable to sit, Ellie found herself pacing back and forth. The sound of the door opening had her turning towards it. The sight of him nearly had her knees buckling, instead she found herself rushing forward. Strong arms enveloped her. The wait was over, he was okay. Later she would learn what had happenned. For now he simply held her.