beam on the float buckled, just like I remembered. Sabrina was still oblivious, blowing

n beaten into me since I was a boy. But the memory of that lonely, broken man in the filthy a

ok a step back. I grabbed my friend,

ed, my voice swall

away from the curb.

what t

t hornet head tipped, hung in the air for

ece of it clipped her as it fell apart. She went down, crying out in pain. It wasn't a life-threaten

in the crowd, their faces etched with panic, searchin

e a mask of pain and shock. Her eyes found mine across the distance. The pain vanished, replaced by a look

o. She was reborn, just like me. And she