
Grief poured over me...
"Kris!" someone was yelling.
I opened my eyes to find dark brown ones staring into mine.
"Are you okay?" Isaac cried. "You screamed, and were crying."
I sat up groggily, and wiped my face, but the tears wouldn't stop. My chest felt painful, and I cried harder.
Gingerly, Isaac reached out and held me. "The others are off somewhere. Didn't ask them where. They left me in the shower."
We sat talking quietly, and I finally stopped crying.
The door flung open, and the others trouped in, yelling and singing. When I saw her, my eyes flooded again.