"Hopie!" Sarah yelled out. She ran toward her older sister and halfway across the common room, tears started coursing down her cheeks and her shoulders were racked with sobs.
"Sarah," Hope said softly, holding her arm out for a hug.
"Careful, Sarah," Everly said softly. "Hope is still sore."
Sarah slowed down before coming into Hope's arms for a hug, her tears staining Hope's shirt. Hope held her close and let her cry.
"They said you were shot, they said you were hurt, no one would let us see you," Sarah said, her shoulders racking with sobs.
"Shh, it's alright," Hope said softly. She kept her sister close and moved them slowly toward a couch in front of the fire. Hope was still sore as she made her way toward the couch and sat slowly.
"Hopie, I thought you were going to die," Sara
