Running with Oliver Hoffman made things much easier for the exhausted Helen Blair. His hand felt warm in the cold weather, and it gave Helen a sense of security.
She was filled with gratitude as she looked at Oliver's back, or perhaps it was an emotion even more complex than gratitude.
This man, whom she had once deeply loved, would always step up when she was in danger, never expecting anything in return...
How could she not understand his feelings? But could she reciprocate them?
Gunshots rang out behind them, and the gangsters' voices grew closer.
Fearing for Helen's safety, the gangsters dared not shoot her. Instead, they aimed all their bullets at Oliver. One bullet grazed his ear, causing blood to flow. Helen noticed and frowned, "This won't work. We can't always be this lucky. We'll get shot eventually if this keeps up. We need to find somewhere to hide!"