The handcuffs are cold around my wrists. I smile as I see them trying to revive her. It's too late for her. She coughs, and my face falls. No, it can't be.
She should be dead.
She sits up and they pull her onto a gurney. The officer forcibly shoves me down the stairs and out the door. I watch from the cop car as she's rolled out the door and into an ambulance.
She should be dead.
