Ivy
“Hey,” Savannah knocked softly on my office door, “got a minute?”
“Always.” I pulled off my computer glasses and waved her to a comfy chair then sat across from her. Scoot yawned at the interruption to his nap.
“Don’t complain, kitty.” I gave him a quick ear scratch. “These are our people, remember.”
“Don’t even bother asking how I’m feeling because I have no idea.” She chuckled heavily as she kicked off her heels and pulled her feet up to get more comfortable. “Doc Roberts would ask for three words, and I’d say sad, tired, and relieved.” I let her run with her thoughts. “Then I’d probably cringe at the words I chose because it’d be horrible to be relieved that someone’s dead.”
She stopped a moment and looked at me, but when I didn’t reply, she bit her lip then continued. “But I a
