Then I hear her gasp, and she seizes my arm again. I turn to face her. All the blood has drained from her face. Her body gives out and I struggle to help her fall to the ground gently. I envelop her small frame. Then she wails, a scream so deafening that the crowd instantly falls silent. I look toward the house and see them. Three gurneys. Three body bags. And one so small it can only be a child’s.
