The morning light streamed through the broken windows.
The attack was finally over. The attackers have been neutralized, but the damage still remains.
There were bullet holes, shattered glass, and blood stains on the marble floors.
The three attackers who came, two were dead, and one was captured, and they were all former Charles Sterling students.
Katherine was in the main hall, staring at the destruction, her left hand on her stomach.
Now five months pregnant, she was protecting Rose from a world that wanted her dead.
"How many more?" she asked, her voice sounding hollow and defeated.
I didn't have an answer, and no one else did either.
Timothy called via a video briefing with the FBI.
"All three of the attackers were former students of Charles Sterling. They were trained in different decades and different locations, but are all connected."
"How many more are out there?" I demanded.
