Kevin rushed out onto the lawn, eyes wide, a half-panicked expression on his face. “Lisa?” She looked up, clutching the kittens. Her knees were scraped, her breath ragged. “Lisa, what… how did you… are those…?”
He stopped short as his daughter shrieked and ran to her kitten, scooping it into her arms. Lisa nodded, almost dazed. “They’re okay. I got them. They were alive.” Kevin crouched beside her. “You went into the woods alone?”