“Sister Evenly!” Zara cried out, her voice breaking as she dropped to her knees.
Blood matted the side of Sister Evenly’s head, a dark, terrifying red against her pale skin.
Victor rushed forward and knelt beside them, his hands steady despite the fear in his eyes. He gently lifted Sister Evenly’s wrist, checking her pulse.
“She’s still breathing,” he said quickly, trying to keep his voice calm.
Zara felt a fragile thread of hope cling to those words.
Victor pulled out his phone with trembling fingers and called the ambulance, speaking urgently, giving their location twice to make sure there was no mistake.
Zara slowly cradled Sister Evenly’s head carefully in her lap. “What happened to you?” she whispered desperately.
And then
The memory hit her.
The loud sound.
The sudden fall
