The shouting outside continued. Annelise Valentine wanted to help with the rescue, but she couldn't move. All she could do was lie on the small folding cot, staring blankly at the canvas ceiling.
Her eyes were already swollen, but tears still welled up, trickling from the corners of her eyes into her ears. The sensation was ticklish, but she had no desire to wipe them away.
The images of Chloe Fairchild and Sean Conrad were the only things in her mind, flashing over and over until her heart ached.
Zane Patterson returned covered in dust, bringing a chill with him.
Annelise Valentine could tell from his heavy breathing that he was exhausted.
"Annelise, here." Zane Patterson pulled a small carton of milk from inside his jacket.
"Found it during a rescue," he said, holding the milk out to her. "I kept it warm against my stomach, so it's not too cold."
Her heart ached for him. "I don't want it. You drink it."
