Mike
As Eloise hit the floor I ran towards her from where I was standing. I had followed her when I saw her from a nearby boutique, where I had gone to shop, she seemed anxious when she dropped off an uber and walked inside.
I didn’t hear myself scream her name. I only remember the weight of my legs abandoning all reason as I shoved open the glass door and ran to her.
Her dress was red. But the blood made it darker.
“s**t—no, no, no. Eloise—hey. Look at me.” I dropped to my knees. My hand slid beneath her head. Warm. Too warm. My palm came back wet. I blinked down at it.
Blood. Everywhere.
The café had fallen silent except for the scraping of chairs from other people and the sound of my own heartbeat thudding through my chest. I pressed my hand over her stomach without thinking, the
