Cheyenne didn’t know what to do. She risked a quick glance at Faulkner, but his eyes were locked on Caroline. Cheyenne turned back to the woman kneeling at her feet nervously, not knowing what to expect.
“Thank you. It’s obvious you have no idea how important what you do is.”
Cheyenne didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing.
“I’ve always wished I could’ve met the 911 operator that helped me.”
Oh s**t, Cheyenne didn’t know if she was ready to hear this story. She tensed and Faulkner tightened his hold on her and grabbed her left hand with his scarred one. Cheyenne gripped his hand as if it was the only thing standing between her and the firing squad.
Cheyenne heard Faulkner tell Caroline, “I already told her this, Ice, but I’m not sure she really understood. Tell her your story. M
