The news of the shooting reached Brooklyn, and she froze. Her device slipped from her fingers onto her lap as tears filled her eyes. She cried until Ken told her Emma was still breathing.
At once, she grabbed her device and tried calling her, but the call wouldn't go through.
"She can't take calls right now. Not until she wakes up," Ken said, pulling her against his chest.
Brooklyn buried her face in him and shook her head.
"Why are people so cruel? What did Emma ever do to her? She wouldn't even hurt a fly."
"Nothing," Ken said, wrapping his arms tighter around her. "She's simply jealous."
Her fingers tightened around the device, but it still slipped slightly against her palm before she caught it again. Warmth drained out of her hands.
