More snatches of conversation filtered from the kitchen and while she was far enough removed not to catch what was said, the tone seemed steady enough that it didn’t raise any alarm. If anything, it almost sounded carefree, like everything was in hand. Brooke only paid more attention to what was happening in the other room when a southern twang joined the conversation.
The distraction made her trail to silence. The fact that Livvy was conscious and talking amazed her. She almost couldn’t believe it, but then again, she dealt with the unbelievable as a matter of course. Still with phone clutched between her shoulder and cheek, she sat up and then leaned forward, trying to peer past the banister and into the kitchen. She couldn’t see much from where she sat.
The voice on the other end of the phone was inquiring and drew Brooke’s attention back to her debrief. She shook herself, remembering where she left off and picked up the story again. She increased her pace, however, favoring a clipped narrative that got her off the phone quicker.
The distraction made her trail to silence. The fact that Livvy was conscious and talking amazed her. She almost couldn’t believe it, but then again, she dealt with the unbelievable as a matter of course. Still with phone clutched between her shoulder and cheek, she sat up and then leaned forward, trying to peer past the banister and into the kitchen. She couldn’t see much from where she sat.
The voice on the other end of the phone was inquiring and drew Brooke’s attention back to her debrief. She shook herself, remembering where she left off and picked up the story again. She increased her pace, however, favoring a clipped narrative that got her off the phone quicker.