The two men exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable. My mind raced, trying to piece together what I could have possibly done wrong.
“Please,” I said, “I only tried to help her. She seemed so desperate, so cold. I gave her my coat and bought her a meal.”
The first man, seemingly the more sympathetic of the two, softened slightly. “Mr. Harris, we understand your intentions were good. However, the woman you assisted is involved in a complicated situation.”
