When Annalise looks back up, eyes seeking their window again, the light is dimming behind the curtains. She expects to see another window further down the row lighting up, having moved from the sitting room to the bedroom, but it never does. Instead, after a few moments of seeing nothing and waiting for more, debating if she shouldn't just take this as a sign and turn in for the night herself, she sees a door open on the ground floor at the far end of Brenton's wing of the manor.
Out sneak two figures. They are running, one with a blanket around their shoulders, the other with hair trailing behind him. Had she not been watching in their window for so long she might have dismissed it.
Looking more closely, she realizes, yes, it is them. Brenton has a blanket over his head, probably to dis
