Peter turned toward the source of the shot, his mind racing to assess the threat, but what he saw next left him in shock. Sandra was on the ground, her body sprawled across the wet pavement. A sense of dread washed over him, and he rushed to Sandra's side, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and disbelief. The sound of the gunshot still echoed in his ears, but all he could focus on was the woman he loved, lying wounded before him.