Enzo

Blood. There was so much blood.

My cell phone kept slipping out of my hand as I tried to dial 911. Holding Sera up off the ground with one arm, I wiped my other hand on my pants and tried again. This time I got through.

“911. What’s your emergency?”

I gave him my location, but not my name. “I have a gunshot victim on the sidewalk in front of the hotel. She was hit twice in the back and she’s bleeding profusely and she’s unconscious. Please hurry.” I ended the call before they could start asking more questions.

The valet pulled up with the SUV, her mouth falling...