Her hands trembled on the handlebars. She looked at the old man again.
People were whispering.
“Don’t touch him.”
“If he dies, the police will blame you.”
“Didn’t you hear about that boy last week? He tried to help an accident victim. Now he’s in prison.”
“Me? I’m not getting involved. I don’t want to go to jail.”
Adana heard them. She heard every word.
But then, like a soft whisper in her heart, she heard another voice. Her mother’s voice.
“Even if the world turns its back on you, never turn your back on those you can help. Help, Adana. Always help.”
Tears welled in her eyes. Her hands shook on the handlebars.
