When the girl woke up, she looked around, but it was no use—Sarah had been thorough. Not only had she blindfolded the girl, but she'd also taped her mouth shut, ensuring that if she ever woke during the night, she wouldn't be able to scream.
I steadied my pounding heart and took a single step forward. After a deep breath, I approached the girl. When I was close enough, I ripped the tape off her mouth like a Band-Aid.
"Ouch," she muttered.
"Who are you, and where am I?" she asked, her small body trembling. She was scared.
Looking at her properly, I started to notice what had been right in front of me—the girl was malnourished and dirty. Her clothes were the only clean thing about her.
It didn't take long to guess—she's homeless. And though it shouldn't, it made me feel a little better. Now, I was certain she wouldn't be able to press charges.
