Ellie sat at the table, staring at it. She had some cuts and bruises on her face, and she had her hands in her lap. The machete had been left out on the front porch of the house, Dean's insistence. When Ben said her name, Ellie jerked in her seat, ever muscle tensing up and she turned, eyes wide and wary and almost dangerous.
Then she saw Ben and she exhaled sharply. "Oh. Hey."