“I, um, wanted to thank you for what you did that night. I can’t imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t…” She looks down at her swiftly moving feet as we approach the front door. “That took a lot of courage.” “You were still injured. I regret that I wasn’t quicker.” My confession causes her to jerk her head up, eyes sharp and slanted, hand pausing as it reaches for the doorknob. “You saved my life, Oliver. I’ll take a busted lip over a funeral.”
