"I think you are right," said Selene.
"Of course, I am." Inez smiled at the woman, who reached out and hugged her around the waist. Sensing that the woman needed it, Inez hugged her back. "You will be fine; you know that, right? There is no way those people can bring the great Selene Sokolov down."
Selene pulled her away and beamed up at Inez. "I know."
Inez noticed that Selene's wheelchair was stuck in the mud as she pulled away from her. She helped her a little by pushing her wheelchair out of the sloppy, wet mud and then crouched down to wipe the stains that were clinging to the hem of Selene's dress.
Though Selene didn't say anything, for the first time, she realised what it meant to have friends.
