Diana
"Sister, watch out!"
I clenched my jaw as pain ripped through me.
Wait, hold on.
I was alive?
That ice-cream truck had come out of nowhere and slammed straight into me. With that speed, my car should've been completely crushed. And since I was in the driver's seat, I should be… dead.
"Oh my God, Diana. I didn't see you there. Are you hurt?"
I felt myself being pulled upright and squeezed my eyes shut, letting out a slow breath.
By all logic, I shouldn't be alive. And if I somehow was, then I should at least be paralyzed from the waist down.
But what I saw after being placed on a chair wasn't the twisted remains of my car or a busy road full of shocked passersby staring at the wreckage of a fifteen-year-old two-seater.
"I'm so sorry, Diana. Please don't be mad. I was only stretching my leg when you tripped over it."
A familiar face slid into my vision. Her hand brushed my hair back as she continued apologizing, her solemn eyes almost fooling me—again.
