Jazz looked up at the sound of the voice and managed a twinge of relief before it was lost again in the sea of anxious uncertainty and guilt.
She swiped at her tear-tracked face with one hand. "There was...at the party - the roof came down. Tom is -" She broke off there, mouth working, but no sound coming out as she struggled with what to say. "He's hurt." Her eyes clouded again and the hand wiping her cheeks closed over her eyes.