Millie’s lips curled into a grateful smile as she settled beside the elderly woman, who adjusted her


    position to amodate the neer.


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    “Thank you.”


    Millie’s voice was touched with appreciation as she found her seat.


    “Your graciousness is appreciated. My granddaughter is currently enrolled at a university in Preagend.


    This journey to the city was driven by the desire to reunite with her,” the elderly woman shared, her


    smile carrying the warmth of familial bonds and cherished moments.


    A peach emerged from the woman’s bag, a harbinger of refreshment amidst uncertainty.


    “Miss, partake in this peach. The bus’s fate remains a mystery.” The offering was made generous and


    hospitable.


    “No, thank you. Pray and enjoy it yourself.”


    Millie declined graciously, her gaze falling upon the plump and lustrous fruit. Observing that only two


    peaches remained within the elderly woman’s bag, she declined with politeness.


    In a tender juncture, a young girl with twin braids darted forth, an urgent plea escaping her lips as she


    tugged at her pants.


    “Grandma, nature calls. Hasten, please.” Her distress was palpable, tugging at heartstrings.


    Surveying her surroundings, the elderly woman’s eyes searched in vain for a restroom in close


    proximity. Recognizing the need for discretion, her gaze alighted upon a diminutive hill situated nearby.


    Determination kindling, she readied herself to rise, intent on guiding the young girl to the sheltered


    haven of the hill’s rear.


    “Grandma, it’s urgent! I can’t hold on. I’m going to have an ident,” her tearful entreaty resonated.


    Yet the elderly woman’s movements were less fluid, a stumble hinting at her limited agility.


    “Madam, remain seated. Allow me to escort the young one.” Millie’s offer extended, propelling her from


    her seat.


    “Gratitude, sister.” The young girl’s appreciation danced in her words. The journey towards the


    secluded hillockmenced.


    “Miss, turn away, please. Avert your gaze,” the little girl’s plea resonated, her purpose unambiguous.


    Without hesitation, she lowered her pants and crouched amidst the foliage, seeking the solitude the


    bushes provided.


    “I assure you, no gaze shall transgress. Trust me.” Millie’s words carried an oath of respect, her focus


    distant.


    Yet, unbeknownst to Millie, an ebony-skinned figure emerged from the hillock’s opposite side, a de


    held in his grip, his demeanor fierce. “Proceed, young one.”


    As the task concluded, the girl hastened towards Millie, heedless of the fallen hairpin adorning the


    ground.


    Millie’s graceful gesture saw her bend to retrieve the hairpin. Unbeknownst to her, the ominous


    presence behind her surged forward, knife in hand, his visage twisted in determination.


    Millie got the hairpin and realized that something was wrong. She looked sideways and saw a raised


    knife from the corner of her eyes.