The Offense

Nick lowered his head and looked at the person in his embrace. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he said in a low voice, "We're safe now." Step by step, he walked to the door of a house. Unable to move his hands, Nick could only raise his foot and gently kicked the door. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Excuse me. Is anyone here?" After a while, the door opened from the inside, and a middle-aged, slightly fat woman stood at the door. When she saw Nick and Savannah in his arms, she asked doubtfully, "What can I do for you?" Because Nick's body was covered with mud and his face was injured, he looked very embarrassed. In addition, he was holding a dying woman in his arms. The woman looked at him with vigilance and put her hand on the door, showing no intention to let them in. "I..." Only then did Nick realize how inarticulate he was. He was not used to talking too much. He stuttered, "We, we encountered a plane crash, and we jumped off the plane. Now it's late. May, may we spend a night