Grace
My hands shook as I held the tablet. I tightened my grip on it as the lines continued to fade and re-draw as Eason's dot continued to move. The red grew brighter as it continued to move. Even as the relief washed over me, knowing that we had some idea about where Eason was, I couldn't shake a nagging, dreadful feeling.
My, Cecil's, and Richard's dots were both white and steady, but Easons started to flash.
"His dot is flashing."
"Is it still red?"
"Y-Yes," I said shakily. "Why is it doing that? What does the red mean?"
He said nothing for a moment. A heavy silence hung around me.
"Charles?" I asked, my voice cracking at the end. "What does it mean?"
"Grace..."
"Just tell me," I whispered. "Please just tell me."
He let out a soft sigh. "It means he's in pain and immin
