her chair.
Reginald’s face barely changed.
Janelle, you almost died.
That is what matters.
You are alive.
I know, but he saved me.
He helped.
Reginald corrected.
People help in emergencies.
Janelle turned her head slowly.
A nurse said he carried me here.
Denise touched Janelle’s hand.
Her voice was gentle, but her eyes were not.
Sweetheart, please don’t trouble yourself over a stranger from the street.
You need rest.
A stranger from the street? Janelle repeated.
Denise sighed.
That is not what I meant.
But Janelle knew it was
