from the airbags and sweet, leaking

ery nerve ending. She is pinned between the

wn her forehead, st

st her stomach. A dull, heavy ache pulses deep in

n. He shoves a deflated airbag off his chest, his left shoulder visib

croaks. Her throa

er. His shoulders tense, bu

ter console. He rips away the twist

re the seatbelt dug violently into her collarbone, a dark purple bruise alr

r open. He drags Cristina out of the w

d Blair from the floorboards, an

Escalade's crumpled hood. Orange

he watches her husband carry his sister a

rt turns to ash. She is nothing t

braces her right hand against the crushed r

n the cabin. Blinding ago

er right hand, her drawing hand,

distance, cutting

le. They use a crowbar to pr

urns her head. Through the flashing red lights, she sees Gar

bloody trench coat in th

spital, bypassing the waiting room an

n a stiff hospital bed unde

t. "It's a miracle, Mrs. Bruce. The feta

her good left hand. A ragge

scaphoid bone is shattered. Even with surgery, you may never

a second car crash. Her

shes in. A small white bandage c

bs her left hand, his voice trembling with f

o die. There is no love left in her eyes. On