“Is this legal?” Tessa asked, kneeling in front of Janey again. She pressed the cold, wet cloth to her sister’s skinned knees. “People can’t just run over each other, even on a bicycle.”
“She claimed it was an accident,” Sean said, but he hadn’t stopped pacing since he and Janey had arrived five minutes ago. Janey had been hobbling, weeping, and bleeding…
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