They wouldn’t let her in the operating room. Not that Annie had expected they would, protocol existed for a reason. They didn’t need distracted by her in there. Not now. Not when it was Izzie.
She kept pacing in the surgical waiting room. Nikkie Jean was in a wheelchair next to her. Annie was still trying to process what had happened to Izzie and Nikkie Jean. No one knew why it had happened. Or even how it could have.
Why Izzie?
Annie bit back a sob. For a moment, she wanted to throw herself back into the mayor’s arms and just let him hold the world at bay again.
Nikkie Jean was bruised, and they were keeping her, but it was mostly at the insistence of Rafe. Wallace Henedy had just shot Izzie. For no reason at all. Not one anyone understood, anyway.
Annie wiped at the tears again.
Nikkie Jean’s hand wrapped around hers. “She’ll be ok. Vir and Cage will take good care of her.”