![]() ![]() My heart slammed against my ribs as though trying to burst free. A mahogany nightstand, with a Tiffany lamp perched next to a photo of my boyfriend, Cole. I saw walls of ivory and gold, painted in swirling patterns. Panting, my body dotted with perspiration, I scanned my surroundings. A river of warmth seemed to rush through me, strengthening me. She looked at me and gasped, reaching out to place a trembling hand on my leg. Unlike me, she had no problem with her seat belt, freeing herself and turning, her gaze landing on Emma. ![]() ![]() She was disoriented at first, moaning in pain and trying to make sense of the chaos around her. Darkness had swallowed me whole.īut in my dreams, I watched my mother blink open her eyes. Panic had made me stupid, and I'd hit my head on a sharp piece of metal. My mother's cheek had been slashed open like a Christmas ham, and my father's body had been thrown out of the car. Her head had been twisted at such an odd angle. I'd struggled to free myself from the seat belt, desperate to help little Emma. The stillness when everything was over, and I was the only one awake.maybe the only one alive. The sounds of metal crunching into pavement. I relived the moments as our car flipped end over end. More and more I'd been dreaming about the crash that killed my parents and younger sister. ![]()
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