Kellen shook her head.
“Two fights in one night. That’s impressive.”
Kellen nodded yes. “Is Sophia...?”
“I’m okay.” Sophia was sitting up, leaning against the wall. A collar of bruises ringed her neck. But her eyes were bright and angry. “I guess that’s it. We’re going to have to go to a foster home, aren’t we?”
“I promise it will be okay.” Bridget held an ice bag to her bruised throat. “I’ll make sure of it.”
“Yeah, right.” Sophia closed her eyes, and slow, hot tears slipped down her cheeks. Still hoarse, she asked, “Sheriff, how’s Ralph?”
Kateri wore her “cop with bad news” expression. “Not good. He’s headed into surgery for a punctured lung.”