“They’re on their way,” Glory said as she hurried back into the room. “Wayne’s on his way home too.”
Darla nodded but didn’t take her eyes off of Serenity, as if her eyes could somehow force the young woman to wake.
“She has to be okay,” Glory whispered. “She has to be.”
~
Emma drew an x in one of the empty places on the paper where Raphael had drawn a tic-tac-toe board. She waited for him to make his move, and then she made hers. It ended as the last ten games had, with her winning. She’d had her first day back to school since the horrible attack and Raphael had done a good job masking her injuries. What did show through was explained away as a bruise received from falling off a swing set at Mr. Jones’s house (not that he actually had a swing set or anything that might be remotely chi
