I register that Cheryl and Toni are following me, hands clasped together. Part of me thinks about how it would probably be faster if they let go, especially considering the height difference between them. But then I think about Cheryl's panicked, tear-stained face and I bite my tongue.
She's lost too much already. Toni's hand can be hers to keep.
Or, rescuing Cheryl, as told through Veronica's eyes.