The emergency room buzzed with activity as doctors and nurses tended to the victims from the warehouse. Harry sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair, refusing treatment until he knew Mia was okay. His ribs ached with every breath, but he ignored the pain, focused entirely on the curtained area where medical staff were examining Mia.

"Mr. Bennett," a nurse said for the third time, "we really need to check those ribs."

"After I know she's alright," Harry insisted.

Eleanor paced nearby, her ...