“Wallace is bringing her in right now.”
The realization sunk in, and she panicked and worried for Brynn. “Is she—okay?” She glanced back at Brynn who suddenly looked concerned.
“Who? Williams?” He sounded incredulous. “She’s scuffed up, but Wallace is worse off. She fought hard.”
Kat didn’t speak, just closed her eyes. “I’ll be right there.”
“Thought you’d want to know.”
“Thanks.”
She ended the call, sighed, and ran a hand through her hair.
“Is she okay?” Brynn asked, sitting up.
“She’s uh…being brought in now. She fought.”
Brynn crawled from the bed. “I’m going with you.”
Kat hadn’t necessarily wanted to go, but she knew Brynn would insist. “You can’t. There’s not anything you can do.”
Brynn grabbed her clothes and began dressing. “There’s always a way to help someone. And this is my sister, so don’t even try and stop me.”
Kat watched her. Saw her determination and the red rising from her chest up to her face. She was upset and worried. But most of all, she was scared. She tried to hide it, but Kat could see it now. She could finally read her. But was it too little too late?