OLIVIA
The steady, mechanical hum of the underground ventilation system was the first sound that broke through the heavy fog of my exhaustion.
A thick, dark wool blanket had been draped carefully over my bare shoulders during the night. The concrete floor of the panic room was unforgiving and bitterly cold, but the massive, warm body resting securely against my back offered an incredible shield against the freezing air. Sleep had finally taken us hours after the adrenaline and the violent passion faded away, leaving us exhausted in the dim, red emergency light of the bunker.
For a long time, we simply lay there in silence. The heavy, terrifying reality of the drive-by shooting still hovered over my head like a dark cloud. Men had tried to murder us. Dozens of heavy bullets had shredde
