Oh thank you thank you thank you. She goes weak in the knees with relief that she won't have to watch this slaughter, leans her head briefly against April's shoulder, kisses her cheek. She feels her pulse hammering against her temples, the swish of blood in her veins.

"You're good. You did good," she tells April, as she wipes her eyes on the side of her wrist. She hadn't realized she was still crying.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm holdin' up okay. How's everyone else?"