(Angela’s POV)
After the impact, everything went dark.
I didn’t know how long I was out, but when I came to, it felt like waking in the wrong version of the world—still, silent, and desolate, like a no-man’s land. For a moment, I couldn’t place where I was. The silence was discomforting, as if sound itself had vanished on a journey with no return.
A dull ache throbbed above my right eyebrow. The air smelled like diesel and something burnt; rubber, maybe, and the sharp scent of the airbags lingered in my nose.
The car wasn’t moving. My body felt stiff, like it had been held in place. I could see the world around me, but it felt distant, as if I was watching it all unfold from somewhere outside my skin.
The airbag had already deflated in front of me. Small pieces of glass sparkled on t
