The boy peered at her with curious eyes. “Are you lost?” he asked her.
Back then, she could probably have answered his question, but the years had clouded some memories and made others more vivid, so that now she could only remember that boy’s kind gaze. Whatever sadness she kept inside of her must have faded into insignificance when that boy stretched his hand out towards hers.
The only facial features that she could make out were his twinkling eyes and unruly brown hair. Judging from his height, he could not have been a year older than she was. His hand was only slighter bigger than hers, but it was warm and firm. She looked up at him mutely, not entirely sure that what she was seeing then was real.
It was the first time she had ever encountered a hero of justice.