Was it someone in this room? It had definitely been a man. I remembered the hardness of his chest. Tall and strong. Big enough to pick up my five-six frame from a dead slump on the floor and carry me out through the back of the school building. That’s where I’d been found by the firefighters who had arrived too late. Laid out on the grass, barely conscious, and gasping for breath. I’d been lucky, they’d said.
