Jennifer’s drowsy eyes stared at me.

Her brows were stained with blood, and the emotion on her face was hard to decipher.

‘I hope she doesn’t see through my act,’ I mumbled to myself.

Smiling sadly at her, I bent to her level helping her up.

Her blood clung to me staining my clothes.

I could feel cameras taking pictures of us, while muttering under their breaths of how much of a saint I was, helping the woman who ...