Page 132 of The Graveyard Girls (Detective Ellie Reeves #11)

ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-ONE

Kat hesitated at the doorway to the ER exam room, her heart aching as she saw Carrie Ann, bruised and pale lying in the bed looking shocked and scared.

Would Carrie Ann even want to see her? Did she hate her? Would she ever forgive her?

As if her friend knew she was there, she turned her head toward the door and their gazes met. Pain and fear darkened Carrie Ann’s eyes, then she slowly reached out a shaky hand.

Kat choked back a sob and rushed toward her. “Oh, God, Carrie Ann, I had no idea. I’m so… sorry.”

“I… kn… ow,” Carrie Ann whispered. “Come here.”

Kat fell into her best friend’s arms, and time faded as if they were five years old again, eating popsicles, wading in the creek and catching fireflies in mayonnaise jars in their backyards.