Marian walked up quietly behind Sarah, outside the room where Djaq was rifling the supplies so quickly.
"Djaq? Djaq?' The woman cried out, toward the open window, the grief very little constrained in her voice. "It's Jess. I think she's going!"
Could they have come so far, been so maligned and betrayed anew, only to be too late? Marian watched the small girl's quiet, uneven breathing over her mother's shoulder as the two continued to talk.
( It's a hunch, Djaq said )