Marx pulled the car to a halt and turned to look at Emily. "Are you okay, Luna?"
Emily's heart was racing, but she struggled to stay calm. "I'm fine. Did the car hit something just now?"
Marx's brow furrowed. "I'll get out and check it out."
Emily wasn't reassured, so she followed him out of the car. She walked to the front and saw a woman in tattered clothes lying on the ground a short distance from the car. The woman was motionless, appearing to have been hit by a vehicle. Her face was pale and drawn, and her exposed skin was scratched and stained, as if telling a tale of a difficult journey.
Marx approached the woman and looked down, a hint of reproach in his voice. "Who are you? Why did you run out into the road just now?"