Ty
“How’re they doing, do ya think?” I asked quietly as I rested my chin on Ivy’s shoulder. We watched Keith and the kids as they sat on the couch at the other end of the room and stared out the window at the snowfall. “I mean all things considered, of course.”
I slipped an arm around her waist as she sipped her coffee, and she used her free arm to cover mine.
“They’re numb.” Her emotion was thick on her words. “He told them last night, and they slept there together. They woke a bit ago, but they haven’t moved. They cry, they stare, they cry some more. It’s utterly heartbreaking to watch.”
“Has Doc Roberts tried to talk to them yet?” I knew Ivy was giving them their space, but I wasn’t sure if Doc would use the same approach.
“I don’t think so. Abby said he hasn’t been around—”
“Shit
