C70 Freya (II)

I stepped away from the cop and stormed towards Cora instead. She was being pulled back to sit in the back of a paramedic van, a plump woman in scrubs gently speaking to her. My eyes narrowed. Was she fucking hurt?

She looked up at me as I stepped in front of them, blocking the late afternoon sun with my body, my shadow falling over them. Relief washed over her features