Jaxon
I pushed Dana aside, maybe a bit too harshly. I fell down beside Sara.
"Sara, my darling, are you okay?" I practically shouted.
I started looking her over for any serious injuries. She was peppered with glass.
She looked shocked and seemed to have trouble finding my face. I reached a hand up and stroked her cheek, pulling her eyes up to mine.
"I’m fine, yeah I’m okay." She started looking at herself as if to make sure she was telling me the truth. She had some cuts and bruises but otherwise seemed alright. "But look."
I followed Sara’s finger to see what she was pointing at. It was a rock wrapped in paper. It was weird, like something out of old times. Who did that kind of thing anymore?