But as I watched the team rush Maya to the infirmary, I saw Malaki turn his head. He looked up at the broken railing, then at me behind the glass. His gaze was heavy, intelligent, and accusing.

He had done his job. But as I looked at the rusted jagged edge of the metal panel swinging in the breeze above, I knew we hadn’t done ours.

Maya was safe. Doctors confirmed she had bruises and a sprained wrist, but miraculously, no serious injuries. She was whisked away by her weeping parents, a survivor of a miracle.