I glanced around. I wasn’t sure where I could take Sara to. My place was a little far. Then I realized.
Monica’s. I scooped her up in my arms and walked about a block, then stepped into the apartment building.
“What happened!” the concierge called.
“Should I call an ambulance?”
“No, she just…saw something a little shocking to her. She’ll be fine. Can you call up to apartment 310?”
The concierge frowned and I hoped she wasn’t going to call an ambulance anyway, but she tapped a few buttons.
“Tell her it’s Jane.”
I overheard her say a few things, then she looked up. “Go on up. Wait…”
She actually stepped out from behind her desk to help me with the elevator, which was good as I was juggling Sara and the fyrhund couldn’t really press buttons.
Monica’s apartment wasn’t a place I’d been. She’d told me her address, but I hadn’t realized how nice it was.
“She just fainted. I want to put her somewhere comfortable.”
Within a couple of minutes of me putting her down, Sara started to come round. “Ugh…where am I?”
“A friend’s place.”
She sat up slowly and saw Monica. “What…happened to you?”
“Cancer,” Monica said grimly.
I could tell she wouldn’t be able to be on her own much longer. She probably had an aide coming in.
I could tell she wasn’t going to take any more of it. I could see it in her aura.
Mourning two friends…I shook my head.
“She pulled a knife on me,” Sara added, pulling her knees to her chest. “And there was a dog?”
“I tied him up outside. He’ll be fine.”
“Good dog.” A pause. “I think I saw an angel.”
“Maybe you did.”
I wasn’t about to lie to her, but I couldn’t encourage it either. She would either remember the truth or not.
It wasn’t my place to push.