Re: [Hamartia]
"No," Wren said, fingers on his shoulders flexing slightly with the word. Her expression was entirely open, concealing nothing of the maelstrom of her thoughts in that moment. "It isn't just one more bad day," she said, looking at the girls sadly. "Not for them. For them it's the bad day. We'll all go inside, and we'll go about our lives after we tire of talking of what happened here this morning. But not them, for them life has turned into a nightmare now. It's like turning a corner, and you can't get back." She said it with a strange sort of soft conviction, of knowledge, and she shook her head slowly. "The police won't do anything about it either, in the end, because they don't understand. They can't understand."
She looked over at the man whose shoulder her fingers were opening and closing against, her blue gaze clear of any doubt. "It isn't just one more bad day."