Chapter Twelve
I ended up sitting with Lindsay for several hours, until she at last cried herself to sleep. By then my body was practically screaming with exhaustion — first hearing Julia’s story, and then going through this with Lindsay had sapped all my reserves — but I made myself wait until a soft knock came at the door. Lauren was outside, offering to spell for me.
“Get some rest,” she whispered. “I’ll stay with her for the rest of the night.”
“Are you sure?” I glanced back at Lindsay, who was huddled into a ball, one of the pillows hugged against her chest, as if she was clinging to it in a desperate attempt to pretend that Rafi was still with her.
“Yes. I can tell you’re about dead on your feet.” There wasn’t much perky about Lauren at the moment; her eyes were wide and scared,
