I can't help but laugh at Lisa's horrified expression. Her eyes are wide, her mouth hanging open in a perfect 'O' of shock. It's such a quintessentially Lisa reaction that, for a moment, I can almost forget everything we've been through.
We lapse into a comfortable silence, the kind only possible between best friends. It feels like old times, before vampires and shifters and mates complicated everything. I close my eyes, savoring the moment.
"I miss my parents."
Lisa's voice, small and fragile, shatters the peace. My eyes snap open to find her staring at her hands, twisting them in her lap.
"I'm sorry, Lisa. The cell phones aren't working right now. We can't—"
"I know," she sighs, her shoulders slumping. "Just wishing I could tell them I'm okay. They're worried sick, I'm sure."
I reach out, squeezing her hand. There's nothing I can say to make this better, so I don't try.
