She’s alive, though. That word hits me differently every time it crosses my mind.
“How’s the room?” I ask.
“Fine,” she says.
“Fine as in good, or fine as in boring?”
“Fine as in boring.”
“Excellent.”
Emily smiles. “The transition house was nicer.”
“You only saw it for twenty minutes,” I remind her.
“It was still nicer,” she insists.
Zip took her over this afternoon with Sarah and Frankie. I didn't go, because I didn't want to influence a decision that's hers to make, and she liked it enough to want another night here before deciding whether to move.
“What did you think of Maggie?” I ask.
“She swears a lot,” Emily says.
“Yes, she does.”
“I like her.”
“Everybody likes Maggie,” I tell her.
“Knox doesn’t,” Emily says casually.
I blink at her. “What?”
“Exactly.” She looks entirely too pleased with herself.
I narrow my eyes. “You’ve been spending too much time with Zip.”
“Probably,” she admits.
I shake my head. “Why are you awake?”
Emily shrugs carefully. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Nightmare?” I ask.
“No.”
I study her face. “Pain?”
“Some,” Emily admits.
I wait because there’s clearly more she wants to say. Eventually, she looks at me directly.
“I heard about the men last night.”
“Oh.”
“Sarah told me Falcon didn’t chase them.”