Making calm shushing sounds, I crawl forward. “It’s okay,” I whisper, softening my features with a smile I pray she can’t see through. I reach between the bars and cup her face. Her lids flutter, like she’d forgotten what it feels like to be touched with tenderness. It’s an arrow through my heart, lit with fire that ignites my veins. I may not be able to save them all tonight, but I can save her. I can save one.
