My body scraped against the frame—clothes tore in several places, and my skin split open, leaving bleeding scratches.
But the worst came when I landed.
I didn’t land properly—my ankle twisted hard on impact.
A sharp, searing pain shot through me, and I nearly screamed.
But I couldn’t stop now.
Limping, I gritted my teeth and dragged myself toward the edge of the village.
Finally—at the village entrance—I saw a middle-aged man getting onto an electric scooter, ready to leave.
“Sir!” I called out desperately.
The man stopped his electric scooter and looked at me, frowning at my disheveled appearance.
“Miss, what happened to you?”
“Could I borrow your phone? Please—it’s urgent!”
He hesitated for a second but eventually handed me his phone.
“What’s going on?”
I took it, fingers trembling as my mind raced.
My brother’s number flashed through my head.
No. He’s overseas. He won’t make it in time.
Then I thought of my assistant—Sunshine.
She’d know what to do.
“Sunshine, it’s me!” I blurted out the moment the call connected.
“Miss Scott? This number...”
“There's no time to explain—call the police! I’m at—”
Before I could finish, the phone was yanked from my hands and the call cut off.