“It’ll be okay,” Jillian encourages, “Emma will know where to find you.”
Jillian picks up introductions in the sitting room, “Everyone, this is Katy Bishop who must be living right because she just survived a literal storm of thousands of bullets without a scratch. Katy, this here is Jodi, the young lady you tried unsuccessfully to save early this morning. And this is Kaitlyn, Mandy, and upstairs…”
He words were falling to nothing as Katy’s attention was focusing solely on Jodi. She joins the expectant mother on the sofa, captures her hand, “Girl, tell me your baby is alright?”
“Oh, ah, Katy, hello,” Jodi says at the instant of seeing her for the first time. “Yes, as far as I can tell the baby is fine. I never got the chance to thank you for taking a beating for me, hun.”
“It’s okay,”
