“Wait! Can you get my phone first? It’s on the windowsill.” “Fine.” I grab her phone and tuck it into my back pocket. I kneel and slide my arms beneath her. Her eyes water as I hold her against my chest and rise, doing my best to avoid aggravating her injury. My hands tighten around her. “You good?” “Never been better.” Her overly cheery voice grates on my frayed nerves.
