No Forgiveness
"Absolutely! Cyril, just hang in there! I'll get you to your dad right now!"
But when I grabbed my phone to call 911 again, it suddenly died—the battery was completely drained.
I glanced up, desperate for help, and saw a young woman hesitantly walking toward me. Her voice trembled as she asked her friend, "Roxanne... You don't think he's... He can't be dead, can he?"
Her friend, Roxanne Walker, walked over in her white lace flats.
She sounded exasperated. "Ugh, seriously? We finally got our acceptance letters and just wanted to chill for a bit, but then we ran into them. Why weren't they paying attention when they crossed the street? Talk about bad luck."