Three days later, Jenna watched the news footage. She saw what she couldn’t see that day; the police rushing past the column of students and her and Maribelle. Her memory echoed and amplified the pounding of heavy boots. The crowd that had gathered behind the yellow caution tape with camera phones pointed at the hostages. At her. She saw herself, dried blood under her nose and on her chin, eyes bright red and nearly swollen shut, fumbling behind the steadier Maribelle.
Until Help Comes, Part 2
Until Help Comes, Part 2
Until Help Comes, Part 2
Three days later, Jenna watched the news footage. She saw what she couldn’t see that day; the police rushing past the column of students and her and Maribelle. Her memory echoed and amplified the pounding of heavy boots. The crowd that had gathered behind the yellow caution tape with camera phones pointed at the hostages. At her. She saw herself, dried blood under her nose and on her chin, eyes bright red and nearly swollen shut, fumbling behind the steadier Maribelle.