Vivian was near tears. Davis was numb. Laura was torn between comforting Vivian, trying to keep Davis from going into shock, and keeping watch on her own boiling pot of anger and fear.
“Vivian, I don’t blame you,” she said. “It was just bad luck. We’re all safe.”
But she did blame Vivian in a way. She blamed herself as well, for accepting Vivian’s dangerous invitation in the first place. She thought that, maybe, they weren’t all that safe, not any longer.