Chapter Eighty-six

It had been a few days since Spencer and the others had arrived. Jess and a few of the others that had arrived to help treat the injured were coming by to assist with keeping them comfortable and medicated until they could get up and move around freely. Most of them had packed up and left for the day however, Bridgette was now staring at a fuming Jess. 

The older woman’s arms were crossed over her chest as she stood there staring at the young woman that she had watched grow up. Her eyes were glaring daggers at her but at the same time Bridgette knew that she wasn’t really mad at her. She was mad that she had been alive this whole time and been allowed to believe that she was dead. Machine would be getting an earful later, she thought as she took in her appearance. 

“It really is you?” She  whispered tearfully.