Shaking, she didn't realize she'd started crying until she heard the knock on her door, then David speaking.
           "Anna?"  He knocked again.
           Swiping her fingers under her eyes, she scrambled off the bed and opened the door. 
           He was wearing jean shorts but no shirt, and his eyes went on instant alert, skimming efficiently up and down her body as if looking for damage.  Across the hall his door was open, and she could hear his TV on low, one of the political talk shows.
           "What's wrong?"  He pushed past her to look into her room.
           "Nothing."
           "Then why are you crying?"
           "I was reviewing the file." 
            "See something we missed earlier?" 
            He moved back in front of her, still assessing her condition, and reached his hand forward, touching her shoulder.  Just a feather touch that lasted only seconds before his hand fell back to his side, leaving an aching void behind.
            "No.  It just got to me."  She shook her head, then asked, "Why did you knock?"
            "I was going to ask if you wanted to go over the file together, make a plan for the meeting.  But I think not.  You should get some sleep."
            She shrugged and fought back another wave of angry tears.  "I'm not sure I can."
            Her remark was met with silence; he just tilted his head and looked at her with those eyes that saw too much.
            "Promise me one thing," she finally said, breaking the quiet.
            He tipped his head, telling her to continue.
            "Promise me you'll do everything you can to get this monster."