Frida sat beside Laz, petrified. She couldn't get over what just happened—truly traumatized.
And it didn't even happen to her. Reg was so disoriented she couldn't drive. She held Lexi in her arms.
The girl had been crying nonstop, and Reg was just there, so helpless. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner."
"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," Reg winced repeatedly.
"I'm sorry I let him hurt you again. I'm so sorry," she said, running her fingers through Lexi's hair.
"Please, the nearest hospital. Please," she said, and Laz hit the gas as fast as legally allowed.
Lexi was bleeding, and so was she, but she couldn't get past what just happened.
And those children?
Who were those children?
She shivered, hugging herself, when she felt Laz's hand warm on her thigh.
The first snow fell from the sky, and she was amazed.
It was too early for snow to start falling, but she guessed even the sky was sad, too.
