She yawned, large and shaking, as she leaned back.
It had been twelve days- long and unnerving- since her mother's attack and the man responsible was still on the loose. Her father was a wreck, all sense of strength and stability out the window when the idea of his wife disappearing from his life entered his mind. Jonah wasn't much better, stumbling around the hospital while he was here.
She wasn't exactly a pillar of strength herself but she at least knew how to hide it most of the time.
When Zacharias came through the door, she perked, though, the surge of happiness she felt when he was in her presence never-ending. Especially when she saw the two steaming cups of coffee in his hands.