"Leigh, wake up."
Someone shook me. I wished they would stop. Raindrops plinked around me and fell on my face, gathering above my eyelids. My arm screamed with pain. Someone touched the part that hurt the most.
"Don't touch me," I said, my voice cracking.
"It's me. Jo. Wake up, Leigh."
My eyes fluttered open, sending more drops down my cheeks. "Jo? You okay?"
"I'm fine," she sobbed. Sheets of rain plastered her brassy hair to her face. Rivulets of water blended with her tears.
"Where's Mrs. Rios?"
"I don't know." Jo hugged herself. She was crouched in a duck-squat next to me.
Wood chips dug into my back. Had I only imagined landing in Tram's arms? So much for wishful thinking.
A slow pressure built on my sore arm and took me from my thoughts. When I turned my head to see who I was about to punch, relief welled up inside me. "Tram."