Mother Knows Best

“How’s that possible?” Gramps asked when I told him where I found the girl. I also said to him about my hunch that she might have fallen from the cliff.

“Well, the soft thing protected her,” answered Paco.

“Oh, the mattress? Oy child, when you fall from that height no mattress could save ya.” Then he fell silent— scratching his chin, disturbing his now growing beard. “Did anyone knew about tis?”

“I don’t know. But I’m the only—”

“We’re,” Paco corrected, he predicted what I’m about to say.

“We’re the only one who dares to go back to the cursed site. No one could have seen her before us.” I held the girl’s wrist to check her pulse. I’ve been holding her since we got here. I was so afraid that someone would die in front of me.

“Well, let’s clean her up and tend her wounds first