They stood at the door, both hesitant to enter.
"I'm okay," Eames said, though her voice quavered.
"You don't have to do this now," Bobby said. He stood as close as he could, wishing he could put his arm around her.
"Now or later, I have to face it." She pushed open the basement door and stepped inside.
They were silent while they examined the area. Eames grew stronger as they went. She only blanched a moment when she pushed back the curtain and saw the steel hook lying on the floor.
Finally Bobby had to touch her. He rested his hand on her shoulder. She looked away from the hook to meet his eyes.
"It seems smaller now."
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