I could have screamed but I swallowed the loud cry that almost left my throat. In shock, I stared at her, still pointing the gun to her face, she looked terrified but she too, like me, was engulfed by fear.

I taken aback when I felt the unusual tap and that made my hand instinctively reached for the gun tucked under my shirt, ready to defend myself from any potential threat and I could have pulled the trigger, killing her instantly. She wouldn't have survived it.

It was a close call, and I was relieved that I hadn't pulled the trigger. Something told me to hold on and not pull...