"Mam, are you okay?" Kurt Brady said as he reached for the woman kneeling in the grass. She was obviously in pain. He had spotted her as he jogged down one of the quaint streets of Pikesville. Thinking that she was simply tending to her yard, Kurt was about to pass the house when he realized something was amiss.
Five minutes ago Genevieve Sears was celebrating her independence. She was unattached, confident and strong. Genevieve didn't need anyone to help her move the old bed frame from the house out to the street. She didn't need anyone telling her to move to the left, move to the right, slow down or speed up. Then as she reached down to move a rock, Genevieve slammed her head into the bed frame. The blow to the tender spot immediately sent her to her knees. Genevieve's head radiated pain and she found it hard to breath. Her independence had little appeal as she hovered in the damp grass. Then from out of nowhere he appeared and she was no longer alone.
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