The decor in the living room was not stark or modern. It had personality and interesting pieces. This was someone's home, not a doctor's office or a clinic or an architectural statement to modern living. It was nice.
Livvy carefully reached up to the back of the couch and pulled one of the blankets down. She didn't feel cold, but soft blankets always made her feel better when she was sick. Injured qualified, too.
She listened to the voices in the kitchen, but couldn't focus on what they were saying. She was glad to hear Brooke's voice as well as those of the two men. The young woman had fought bravely and been quite battered, or so Livvy thought. The same with Algy, though he seemed less affected by the experience. It amazed Livvy that the three of them were still alive, considering the circumstances of the attack. That she personally seemed mostly healed from serious burns was incredible.
“Thank you, Lord, for all your blessings,” she said, clearly but quietly.