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January 10, 2019
“Hurry,” I heard someone say. “He’s losing a lot of blood.”
Stunned, I sat there for I don’t know how long, listening to the whir of police sirens. Vaguely aware of flashing lights and a flurry of voices around me.
“Ma’am, can you hear me?” one of the voices asks. I squint and look up. It’s a policeman, his face close to mine. He looks concerned. “Are you okay?”
I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I nod my head yes.
“Do you remember what happened?” the cop asks.
Do I? I’m not sure.Continue Reading