Meg groaned, and her eyelashes fluttered before raising sluggishly. “Oh God, kill me now.”
“Meg? Muffin?” Jenn almost fell off her chair as she reached out to catch her girl’s hand. She’d been able to hold back the tears, but now they streamed down her cheeks. She leaned over the bed and brought Meg’s hand to her lips.
“We’re alive? We made it?”
“Yeah.”
“How did we manage that?”
“You don’t remember?”
Meg shook her head. “All I remember is you throwing yourself on me as the roof caved in.”
The doctor had mentioned Meg’s concussion—she’d probably become concussed when the roof fell in, although he couldn’t have sworn to it—could result in some short-term memory loss, so Jenn wasn’t worried. Much. “The cavalry literally rolled up the street.”
“Cavalry?” Her eyes lit up. “Tanks? They w
