The man emerged from the car, his imposing figure towering over Mara with broad shoulders that hinted at a military background.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't young girls like you be in school?" he inquired, his tone carrying a hint of authority.

Mara quickly composed herself, fear flickering in her eyes. "No, sir. I just came to help clear the road," she stammered, before darting away to rejoin her friends.

They eventually reached Evelyn's house, where they tended to their wounds and masked their injuries with makeup.

"Mara, what will you tell your husband? Doesn't it hurt?" Evelyn inquired.

"It did, but it's getting better. Besides, my husband's out of...