Amy caught her breath and looked for Barb and the girl. A handful of people clustered around a car while a woman got a duffel bag out of its trunk. A man out of view ordered her to put clothes on the back seat, place the girl gently on top of them.

Someone shouted, “Does anyone have a blanket, something warm?”

Amy recalled her windbreaker on the seat in her car. She sprinted to the car while pulling the keys from her fanny pack. As fast as she could, she returned with the windbreaker and then looked for the man. It was Ron.

“Thanks, Amy,” he said with a grin, and carefully laid the windbreaker on top of the girl in the back seat. From what Amy could see before he did, she had several red spots that looked like superficial burns.

The owner of the clothes was in the driver’s seat, and had the nearest hospital already displayed on her GPS.
“Remember what I said,” Ron told the woman, and to the girl he said, “You’ll be okay, Margaret.”

Margaret saw Amy behind him and smiled at her. “Thank you,” she whispered.