She was tiny—no more than six years old.
She wore a pale lavender princess dress, the kind with glitter sewn into the fabric and plastic jewels sewn along the neckline. The skirt fluttered wildly as she ran directly into the middle of the street without even glancing at the traffic that had barely stopped in time.
Her shoe slipped off as she reached the fallen motorcycle.
But she didn’t slow down.
The girl dropped to her knees on the pavement and threw herself over the body of the man lying beside the wrecked bike.
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