I wanted to do something, help, and tell Ron Zera he wasn’t an enemy, but he had shoved me so far behind that the only thing I could do was watch and listen. I wanted her to stop running and face him, but I knew she wouldn’t do that even if she heard me. She was terrified of him, as she should be, but the more terrified she was, the more he would take advantage of that.

Zera stumbled and fell to the floor, groaning loudly, and as she turned around, she gasped as she saw Ron before her. She hurried to her feet to run again, but Ron surged...