"Katie?" I called out with a hoarse voice, my tone low and shaky.
The young girl, with her short height, stood in front of me, hands softly clenching my elbow. She had widened eyes and pupils that trembled and rippled like those waves that flowed on still waters when objects landed on them.
My voice grew softer as I unclenched my fist and brought it down completely. Her eyes — an innocent pair that greatly resembled Margie's — gently quelled the heated feeling that bubbled in my veins. "What are you doing here?" I asked, completely turning away from the old man now.
Katie sniffed, letting go of my elbow as she wiped her nostrils, "You're... you're hurting that man."
"Katie!" The girl's mother yelled from behind. It seemed Katie had stubbornly forced her way here.
Katie ignored her mother's call, and I ignored both Jericho's and Marcus's voices.
I nodded, "I know."
I let out a call sigh, standing upright, and I gazed down at Katie.
