Susan looked at her hand. It was bleeding. The little girl hurriedly picked up her roses and bowed her head.
"I'm so sorry!" She apologized once more and dashed out of there.
"Are you alright?" Edgar asked as he approached.
"Um, yeah! What's the rush?" He sniffed the air.
"There's a witch with you." He said but she shook her head.
"There was no witch." She claimed. "And in case you're wondering whose blood you're picking up with that sensitive nose of yours then, it's mine." She showed her bleeding palm and his eyes widened. "It's actually fine!" She said, looking at the hand. "I think I've had worse cuts."
"But still, we can't let you bleed like this. At least not out there on the streets." He scanned the area for any suspicious movement.
"What do you mean? It's not like I'm bleeding fast or anything." She took out her hanky and realized she was carrying Derek's handkerchief with her the whole time.
