Anastasia stayed with Stephanie through the night, tending to her cuts and discomfort as best she could. Sonia's eyes refused to shut as well. How could they at such a time?
"I wonder why they call her a black goat instead of a black cat. This lady has nine lives, I tell you," Sonia grumbled.
Anastasia smiled. "To me, she's an angel. Thanks to her, my daughter is alive and better than I am... You're Sonia, right?"
"Yeah... Let me take over, you need to rest too." Sonia scooted closer, making her lap available.
"Thank you." Anastasia did not refuse help. After the shift, she massaged her thighs and lay down, but a while later she woke to Sonia's shrill voice.
"What is it, what's happening!" she panicked. Two men were trying to smother the person they were caring for.
"One more word an
