Veronica Sudia
Tuesday, May 31, 2022

With my knees in the icy creek, I put my hand to the back of my head, finding it sticky with blood.

My sister was running towards me when I realized something wasn’t right. If she had thrown the rock that had knocked me down, how could she be coming this way?

When I looked down, I saw two jacketed arms and two very large hands grabbing me from behind.