The first punch was a surprise. The second was a statement. Leo’s spine hit the dumpster, and his ears filled with the sound of his own failure—wet, percussive, hollow. He curled, not to protect himself, but to hide the fact that he was crying. Not from the pain in his ribs. From the sound Maya made. A small, choked yelp, like a rabbit stepped on by accident.

"Just a little longer, bug," Elias whispered, tucking a thin, donated blanket tighter around her shoulders. Maya didn’t wake; she simply curled closer to his side, her small hand clutching the frayed hem of his jacket.

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"Stop it! Please stop!" Mia cried out, rushing forward. She grabbed the arm of one of the attackers, trying to pull him away. "Leave him alone!"