Exhale
Cold enough to make her instinctively pull her hand away.
“What is…”
A thin line of blood appeared beneath one nostril.
At first, it looked insignificant, no more than a trickle. Then another stream emerged from his other nostril.
Someone in the crowd pointed.
“He’s bleeding.”
The blood continued to flow, creeping over his lips before dripping onto the concrete.
It wasn’t the bright crimson red she expected.
It was darker.
So dark that it looked almost black against the pale gray pavement.
A woman covered her mouth.
Another stepped backward, clutching her purse to her chest.