Unable to talk yet, I shook my head miserably. "Oh, the poor child." Emma whispered. I saw compassion and sorrow in all their eyes. Michele's golden brown eyes were shiny with tears. She had lost two friends today, both, ultimately, at my hands. Would that affect the way she saw me? God, I hoped not. I wanted to comfort her but I felt too numb and raw. I knew that if I opened my mouth right now, I was likely to burst into tears. Always good at picking up my emotions, Kaye stood up. "Come into the kitchen, Lori, and help me make some more coffee." Silently, I followed her into the kitchen. "Do you want to talk?" Kaye sent me a sympathetic sideways glance as she put coffee into the percolator. "You look like you've been hit by a sledgehammer." I snorted, feeling some of the tightness in my throat releasing. "That good, eh?" "It must have been hard in there." Kaye offered tentatively, not wanting to push me. I felt a wave of affection for her, mingled with sorrow that Skye would never have the chance to experience this bond.
