DORIAN

I was already out the door before I even processed the sound.

I didn’t call her name. I wasn't even thinking, I just ran.

Turned the corner— and there she was.

On the floor.

One leg stretched out awkwardly.

Her fingers wrapped tight around her foot like she could trap the pain before it leaked out again.

She didn’t see me at first. Her head was bowed, hair in her face, lips slightly parted like she’d been mid-cuss when I got there.

“What happened?” I dropped ...