Dimitri
I stared at the woman I had just bumped into.
She was pregnant. Heavily pregnant. Her belly was round and large.
What was a pregnant woman doing out here at this time of the night? In this dangerous area?
Was she running from someone?
Was her husband abusing her?
My protective instincts kicked in immediately.
"Are you alright?" I asked. "Do you need help?"
She did not answer. She just stared at me like I was a ghost, like she had seen something impossible.
Her eyes were wide. Her mouth was open. And tears started streaming down her face.
I was shocked. Did I make her cry?
"Miss?" I said again. "Are you hurt? Are you in danger?"
She reached out with a shaking hand, like she wanted to touch my face. But she stopped herself.
"Dm... Dimitri," he
