JILDIZ insisted they stop and rest for a moment. Amelia argued against it but she could tell the woman was exhausted by fear and the unexpected exertion. She held a hand to her chest, fist clenched. “I’m not sure. The only thing I know was that those men were trying to snatch you. Have you ever seen them before?” They were hiding next to a dumpster. A cat strolled by seemingly perturbed by unwanted humans in his domain. “No. They hurt me.” She rubbed her arms then brought her fist back to her chest. She looked into Amelia’s face. “You’re hurt. You’re bleeding.” Amelia wiped at her eye. She used her right hand. Odd, since she was left-handed. That’s when she noticed the deep gash on her hand. It continued to ooze blood. A wound recognized hurts worse than one not noticed. The open gash began to burn as did the one over her left eyebrow. “Just a graze, I think.” It felt worse than that.
