Lazarus
I'm closing in on Phoebe’s location when I see the accident ahead. My heart stops. It’s the red Honda Civic, crumpled from the impact with a black truck. Panic surges through me as I pull over quickly and sprint towards the wreckage. The black truck is starting to catch on fire. f**k! I need to get her out now before it blows.
Phoebe is slumped in the passenger seat, unconscious, blood trickling down her face. My heart aches at the sight, but I push the pain aside. I force the door open, my hands trembling, and unbuckle her seatbelt. I pull her out as gently as I can. She’s breathing, but barely. Each shallow breath she takes feels like a knife to my heart.
I scoop her up, her limp body in my arms, and run to my car. Matteo comes running up behind me. “Find out everything about
