"Why didn't you go back?"
"I just couldn't, Neville,"Britta quietly, head on her hands. They were sitting on the floor in the corridor. "I expect…" she just shook her head, trying to hold back tears. The building water created the effect of a weak dam, the tears burst through, slowly at first but flowing more freely as nothing held them back.
Neville moved closer to her, putting his arm around her shoulder, leaning his cheek against her head.
Students had been gawking, but not so much as at what they saw next.