“Hold up,” I snapped, registering his earlier words. “What do you mean she was attacked?” I looked down at the tiny little female under my arm. Who could attack her? She was so small. And frail. “What happened to her?” I heard myself ask, attention back to the principal. “I think I’m going to fall,” she croaked out, distracting me from my thoughts. Reaching up, she clutched my forearm with her small hand and sighed. “Everything’s spinning.” “I won’t let you fall,” I automatically replied in a soothing tone. “It’s okay.” I felt her slip and pulled her upright, holding onto the tiny thing for
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