Without thinking, Zara sprinted forward. The world blurred. The only thing she saw was the terrified child and the car rapidly closing in.
She threw herself onto the road, tackling the boy and dragging him out of the car’s path. They rolled to the side, hitting the ground hard.
The car screeched past.
Pain exploded through her body. Her skin scraped against the rough asphalt, leaving her bruised and bleeding. The boy shook in her arms, scared but alive.
Zara lay there, breathless, her heart pounding painfully against her ribs
Zara slowly lifted her head, ignoring the sharp sting shooting through her body.
The boy looked about Lilly’s age—small, frightened, trembling.
“Hey… are you okay?” she asked gently, her voice soft despite the pain.
The child nodded weakly.
“That’s good,” she
