Chapter Seventy Two

"That's the question, isn't it? But I've got to do something."

Samantha hugged her sister. "You will." She was interrupted by a phone call from their parents, who was wondering when she'd be back. Seeing as Samantha had no real excuse for being gone all night, they both realized that she needed to go.

"I wish you hadn't had to see this," Shamira said as she escorted her sister back to the house. "And I know you don't want to hear this, but it might be good if you just called for a while. Things are getting kind of hairy right now --"

"I refuse to not be there for my sister!" Samantha said obstinately.

"Sam, you can't help me heal this. You can still be my moral support, and God knows I need it, but you can do that safely over the phone. Please, this is dangerous shit." As if to emphasize the point, she looked at her wheel chair.

"But --"

"I'm going to get back to work, and I can't be worried about you getting involved and leaving