Twilight stared at the newspaper.
It was laying on the kitchen table, right in the place Spike had left it for her. She'd been staring at it for the last twenty minutes. She had been waiting for the pit in her stomach to come back from dropping out. She had been waiting for the moisture in her mouth to return. She had been waiting for the horrible feelings washing over her to finally stop. None of those things happened.
Twlight stared at the newspaper.