"I know." Several months ago, when he had last spoken to them, they had just closed on a house and were getting ready for the move. They hadn't even been remarried that long.

Ryan sighs, his voice strained when he speaks, "Yeah, she's all right." A muscle in his jaw moves when he clenches his teeth. "A few bruises and burns. Minor." Which made a difference but not a big one. "She was conscious and able to walk. Better than the others."