Ella stared for just a split second, because no matter how many books you read or how many movies you see, you never actually expect someone to show up at your door and say something like that.
She moved toward Leah a moment later, and she took her in her arms and hugged her, knocking the backpack off the other woman's shoulder. "Who?" she asked quietly, hugging, offering comfort, because this was her sister, and she was hurting, and that was the only thing Ella would ever think of doing in such a situation. "Who, sweetie?"