"Precious was your cat?" Emery shook her head incredulously. "My father came home from work with that story and told me when I was just a little girl."
Beth opened her mouth and shut it again. She chewed her lip. "Can I...?" Her eyes flickered over Emery's face and then dropped to the ground. "Can I go home now?"
Emery's eyes watered. "Yes." She reached out, cupping her hand under Beth's chin. "Yes, I think so." She dropped her hand and hurried down the hallway ahead of her young charge. "I just need to figure a way to get you out of here alive."