Consciousness slammed back into my body with a jolt, and my head rocked into the top of the chair.
“Nell?" Zoe leaned over me, peering into my face. “Are you all right?"
I breathed in and out, letting the feeling come back into my fingers and toes. “I'm okay." I licked my lips and let my heart slow to a reasonable rate. “I am. I'm okay."
“Did you make it there?" Cathryn's voice was anxious.
“Yeah." I flexed my hands. “I did. I was in the camp, and I saw Rafe. He's alive."
Both women sat back in their chairs, a measure of relief evident on their faces. I hated to take that away from them, but they had to understand just how little time we had.
“But he won't be for long. They plan to kill him tomorrow." I ran down a brief synopsis of what I'd heard in Georgia.
Cathryn closed her eyes.
