"How about this, what if this girl dies. Are we going to end up in prison?"
"Oh my God, there's a lot of blood. Hurry up and get your car to the hospital, he needs a doctor's attention."
"Jody, hurry up Jody! I don't want to be a murderer!"
From the back seat Camila shouted loudly, the woman who had just lost her daughter to this terrible event was holding a girl dressed in all black who had just been run over by Jody, her husband. The girl looked so pale, a contrast to the color of the blood that now filled her face and neck which was as white as porcelain.