Margret and Shonda had begun to tire and slow down, eventually stopping. Margret held Shonda in her arms and they looked on at the brake lights of the Cadillac, red lights shining in the darkness. Odette was still chasing after her father’s car, breathing huskily. Her lungs were on fire and her legs were hurting, as she ran in her sandals. Water pooled her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. The wind blew, ruffling her dress and disturbing her individual braids.
“Daddy, don’t leave us, please! Don’t leave us, we love you! Me and Shonda still love you…” Odette’s words were cut short as she tripped and fell, foot coming out of her sandal. She hit the street hard, scraping her knee and the palm of her hand. Wincing, she looked to her palm, seeing small dots of blood appear from the shr
