“Mrs…Mrs. Aeppli,” she managed.
Marge Aeppli was a silver-haired woman whose beauty was still evident over the decades. She stared into Sabrina's eyes for a long moment before reaching up to caress the younger woman's sorrowful face.
“Oh, Sabrina,” the elderly woman wept, exchanging hugs with her. “What a catastrophe. Thank goodness you're all right and no one was killed. How could such a terrible thing have happened?”
“I don't know, I just don't know,” Sabrina held the woman's cheek in her hand. “I promised Jon that he'd be up in no time. We'll get the finest doctors and the most advanced treatment available, I swear it.”
“I only hope that they bring those evil men to justice,” she gazed into Sabrina's eyes. “You and Jon and that company have done nothing but good for this City and ou
