Beau

The door swings open. Beau is standing in the middle of the room, his shirt pulled up slightly, revealing a crude explosive device duct-taped around his midsection. His hands are trembling. When he sees Ella in the doorway, his eyes widen with a mix of terror and something else—shame, maybe.

"Ella— shit— you weren't supposed to— you need to leave. Right now."

His voice is tight, strained. He takes a half step toward her, then stops, glancing down at the device.

"Please. Just... go. I don't want you here for this."