In the split second before the wheelchair would have smashed through the glass, a pair of strong arms grabbed Amara, yanking her from the seat with a force that jolted her entire body. The momentum was fierce, the pull urgent, and the wheelchair shot forward without her, crashing through the glass with a deafening shatter.
Amara didn’t open her eyes. She was still waiting for the end, her mind numb, expecting the sensation of falling, the wind rushing past her, the final impact. But instead, there was nothing but the sound of the glass breaking and the feeling of someone’s solid grip holding her tight. She was no longer in the wheelchair, but suspended in someone’s arms. She remained limp, unresponsive, still wrapped in the darkness she had prepared herself for.
The wheelchair tumbled th
