Robin couldn’t stop crying. Liquid leaked from every hole in her head, and she just couldn’t stop.
“Come on now,” someone said, and she looked up into the concerned face of Shane. His eyes swept the cement pad at the bottom of the steps, taking in the same scene Robin had seen, the same sight that had torn the scream from her lips.
His arms came around her and she collapsed into his hold, sobbing against his chest. She became aware of movement around her, the sound of running water, and men talking. Shane walked her backward, away from her tiny house, humming in her ear the whole time.
“I—I thought she was in-inside,” Robin said. “She’s too little to come up the steps. I-I h-have to carry her.” She wiped at her eyes, but they kept on dripping tears. She hiccupped, and she hated this out
