Chapter 22The man in the mask aimed the gun at Norah.
“No, kill me, not her!”
“Okay.” The man aimed, shot.
Norah screamed.
Oliver found himself on the ground. Fire seared through his belly. He pressed his hands against the wound. They were covered in blood when he raised them. A dark circle formed on his tan shirt and began to grow with each breath he took.
He was going to leave Norah behind. She cried, but wasn’t able to get to him.
“I love you.”
He was going to leave her.
Norah shrieked.
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Oliver’s body jerked. He took a deep breath and relaxed his tense muscles as he studied the wall before him. The bedroom was dark, unfamiliar. As he pulled the blanket tighter around his naked body, he remembered he was on Ron’s boat. It’d just been a bad dream, that’s all. Everything w
