A Desperate Vigil

Nadia

“But…”

I tried to follow as they wheeled the stretcher out. My foot caught on something and I pitched forward but a hand caught my elbow before I could hit the stone.

“Easy there, Nadi. You look pale as death.”

Corbin steadied me. I shook him off and ran after the stretcher into the night.

The air outside was sharper now as the night darkened, cold enough to bite. The moon hung low and thin,