Aubrey held her breath when she watched River enter the room. Her sister was just as she remembered her.
The only difference was her long hair. River used to have short hair, and she was thinner. She was wearing black clothes and black jeans, with her hair tied up on top of her head.
She said nothing, and out of instinct, Aubrey put down Bryer on the bed and pushed River out of the room. She locked the door behind her to prevent River from entering the room.
"Your problem is with me; don't hurt my son," Aubrey said with her trembling voice. Even so, she was still trying to look brave. She gathered her courage to stand between the assassin and her son. "If you want to kill me, do it. But don't touch my son."
Aubrey pressed her lips stubbornly, gathering her courage to face her death.
