Amanda Smith got into the car and instantly sank into the fur coat that enveloped her. She stared blankly ahead and, after a long time, asked softly, "Evan… is he really dead?"
Evan Willow turned his head to look at her face, and after a long pause, he answered softly, "The news I got was that a sniper hit his heart and he fell into the sea… and until now, they haven't found him."
"Not having found him means…?"
"There's little hope he survived." Evan Willow pursed his lips. "Even if he didn't die from excessive blood loss, he would have drowned from the lack of strength… The most likely scenario is that he died instantly from the bullet to his heart."
"…" Amanda Smith bit her lip tightly. She was completely curled into the fur, her hands clutching the cuffs trembling slightly; she looked as though she was on the verge of collapse.
