Wicked Brew
“We all slowed our pace as we approached her. She was small, about eight years old if I had to guess. Her hair was long and dark, her pale features streaked with dirt and blood, and her green eyes were vacant.
“Are you okay, honey?” Aunt Tillie was the first one to reach the girl.
She stilled when she caught sight of us, her eyes finally focusing. She looked terrified.
Bay reached out for the girl carefully, brushing her long brown hair out of her face so she could get a better look. “Are you hurt?”
The girl didn’t answer.
Bay looked to me for help. I shrugged. I had no idea what to do in a situation like this. If you need someone ticked off, call me. If you need someone to feel better, call anyone else. I knelt down in front of the girl so I could meet her gaze on an even level. “Can you tell us your name?”
Still nothing.
Aunt Tillie snapped her fingers in front of the girl’s face, causing her to jolt and take a step backwards.
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