I was too broken up to talk to Trace, so I texted him, thankful that I still had his number from before when I watched them. I needed to talk to Kris first, find out how bad this was, before I broke the news to his family.
Kris won't be home tonight, but I'll be there to stay with you. I'll explain when I get there in a couple of hours, okay?
I rushed to my car and tried to calm myself, but I never stopped crying the whole way to the emergency room. Shot? My God, I'd never even held a gun, and Kris had been shot twice? Mostly, I was scared to death the lady on the phone didn't tell me everything. I knew from experience in working the ER. You weren't supposed to give out too much information over the phone, especially when it wasn't immediate family. What if he was really hurt? What if—?
