Page 145 of Stables
I can sense her return before I see her.
Her lips are flat when she lowers herself to her chair.
It makes me want to wrap her up and pull her onto my lap. But I settle for taking her hand and entwining my fingers between hers. “You okay?” I ask quietly.
She nods, her mouth twisting. “Libby is having a hard time, and it breaks my heart.”
I pull her thumb up to gently kiss it. “You’re a good friend.”
A loud beep comes from the kitchen, jarring everyone gathered.
Sawyer leaps up, picking up the satellite phone from the plug on the counter.
After a few quick words, he strides over to me, holding the blocky device out.
“Uncle Dixon, it’s Ford. He says there’s an emergency.”
