Denis froze, unable to move, looked at her in confusion, the crossbow burned his hand, but he could not even make a movement to throw it aside. I saw her eyes full of pain and resentment and wanted to scream: "It's not me, I didn't shoot!", But the words got stuck in my throat, forming a tight lump. He felt that it was at this moment that it was necessary to explain everything to her, to tell her, no, to shout how much he loved her, to prove that he would never have shot her, but the realization that everything was meaningless and that he had forever lost her trust,...