Sharp enough that the officer behind him tightened his grip instinctively.
“Sir, stay still,” he said, mistaking the movement for resistance.
But it wasn’t resistance.
It happened again. Stronger this time. His shoulder snapped forward, his head dipping lower, his entire frame tightening like something inside him was misfiring.
The girl screamed.
Not loudly. Not wildly.
But in a way that cut through everything.
“He’s going to fall!”
There was a pause then—a fraction of a second where uncertainty slipped into the space between action and reaction.
And in that pause, everything shifted.
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