I watch Skye's sister as she gets clumsily out of her vehicle to greet me. I think about closing the doors and leaving her outside of Sanctuary. It would serve her right for making a stupid decision. Skye will gut me if I do it, though. And if Skye doesn't get to me, Taran's husband will. I have no f*****g choice but to offer this troublemaking woman Sanctuary.
Maybe I can put her in a jail cell until her husband arrives.
Heavily pregnant, she's wearing a flowing dress that hugs her swollen belly. She's wearing a scarf wrapped around her head to protect her from the dust that would have flown up as she drove. The car she'd chosen looks like it won't make it another two feet, let alone from one Sanctuary to another.
"I know you don't want me here," she starts, "but I have to see Skye."
