Ding. Ding. Ding.
Her phone was blowing up with missed calls or texts, likely from people who cared about her and had heard about the shooting at the theater.
Christie sat on a kitchen chair, her shoulders dropping. She read through text after text.
Reed tried not to appear nosy or to look, but it was clear she was upset again. “Lots of messages. Everything okay?”
“Miss Priss and Brutus are going to be okay. They both ate something bad that I’ve never heard of. I hope it’s not a poison. And Tanya is worried about me. She heard on the news about the shooting.”
“Maybe you should call her.”
“After coffee. I promised you coffee. And she’s probably asleep now.” Christie put her phone down and got back up to get two coffee mugs out. “Sugar? Cream?”
“Black.”
“Okay.” She placed the coffee mugs on the table, and then got dream and sugar out for herself. “It’s almost ready.”
Pouring the coffee, her hands trembled again, making the coffee slosh over the side of the cup.
“Hey,” he closed his hand over hers “You’re still shaking. Let me.”
