I swallowed nervously.
“Why didn’t you warn me to look behind me?”
That question had remained in my thoughts ever since I’d seen the video.
Frank paused to consider his answer.
“I wish I’d done that.”
His response surprised me.
“I’ve replayed those moments over and over,” he continued. “I could’ve called out something more specific. Maybe you would’ve understood.”
He rubbed his forehead thoughtfully.
“But your daughter was standing at the top of those steps, and that man was heading straight toward the entrance.”
I glanced toward the folding bus doors.
“I figured I had only a few seconds to move her behind me and close them.”
“Did you recognize me as Ellie’s mother?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Then you understood I’d probably be furious.”
He managed a weary little smile.
“I certainly suspected that.”
“Are you angry with me?”
He thought carefully before replying.
