He cringed but that was his only response. There was a haunted look in her eyes as she knelt before Logan and did the same. As she continued to clean his face, Miranda took the other washcloth. He sucked in his breath but stayed put for the remainder of it. She nodded and bent down before she dabbed at his face. I nodded, with my throat full, and gestured towards Nate. Then Emily dipped a washcloth in the bucket. I sighed as I sat the bucket on the table and turned first towards Mason. She brushed them away but never met my gaze. As she turned away, I saw the tears at the corner of her eyes. She surrendered something in that moment. The corner of her mouth turned down before she moved back a step. Her chest lifted up and down as her eyelids fluttered. Her eyes clung to him, but he had his head down. Miranda was white as a sheet as she stood a few feet from Logan. Washcloths were grabbed, along with the first aid kit Garrett left under the sink. All three of them waited for me now as I filled up a small bucket of warm water.
Something surrendered in his eyes before he nodded and went to the table. With a hand to his arm, I nudged Logan aside and gestured for him to sit down. I felt my feet become unglued from the floor and I rushed to the sink. “I-uh-some Roussou guys jumped them.” The statement rattled me, even though it was mine. “Sam?” Becky was that three year old again.
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