I quickly found a blanket next to a pile of hay and wrapped it around my lower body to avoid embarrassing her.
"Corinna?" I called her name. "What happened? Who did this to you?"
Instead of answering, she shook her head, as if she didn’t want to talk about it, and began to cry. I sighed and made sure the blanket stayed around my waist while I looked around for water in the shelter.
There was a bucket of water, so I picked it up and carried it to Corinna. Tearing a piece from her clothing, I dipped it into the water.
"It will hurt," I warned her before squeezing some water from the cloth directly onto her wounds. She whimpered quietly, her voice barely audible, which annoyed me even more. Anger welled up inside me; I wished someone would come out of the house so I could confront who
