“Watch out!”
Adrenaline courses through my veins as I take off in a mad dash for the motionless girl. I can deal with the foreboding dread later because saving her is all that matters.
The driver of the Jeep slams on the brakes, a plume of smoke filling the air as her tires leave skid marks in their wake. I turn my back, prepared to shield this girl with my life as I wrap my arms around her middle and dive for the sidewalk.
My dismount is far from graceful, and I’m almost certain I’ve broken a rib when I slam into the concrete. But none of that matters. “Are you okay?” I breathlessly ask the little girl tangled in my arms.
It was an innate response to cocoon myself around her, and because of this, I think she is all right. But regardless, I have to be sure.
Disentangling myself, I sit
