The Woman Who Was Always First

And now… onto The Story
The explosions ripped through the night

Her head spun, and she felt her father’s arms wrap around her. The next thing she knew, her mother was throwing her into the car

Her father stepped on the gas and the tires squealed. In the backseat, the little girl’s eyes were wide. Her mother ran her fingers through her hair and over her back. Then she checked her hands for signs of blood. They’d heard that shrapnel was in these bombs, and she couldn’t take any chances.