“Wait!” she says when I begin to lift her. She reaches under her pillow and pulls out my pendant. “I got it back from that guy. I saw it hanging out of his pocket when he was dragging me, so I grabbed it. He thought I was trying to take his keys, that’s why he hit me.” I stare down at the tarnished medal in her hand, pain restricting my chest at the sacrifice she made for me. “Thank you,” I choke out.
