MARIA'S POV
"Don't you have your phone with you? We could call on the police," Connor said as he held on to my hands firmly.
"No, I left in inside before I walked downstairs," I said to him and then he gulped.
"I also don't have mine," he said and then our eyes met in uncertainty of our situation.
I could see that Connor was afraid deep down, but then I knew that he was trying to be strong for me.
I could only feel like he was suffering a lot from the pain of the bullet wound, but then, he didn't even flinch for all the seconds I was with him, not even a sign of pain crossed his features.
Of course, I knew that Connor was strong and he hit the gym regularly, but I didn't expect for him to be this strong in the face of a problem like the one we where facing.
"Don't worry about that,
