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“Mama, please don’t die.” I clawed at my seat belt, tears streaming down my cheeks and my breaths puffing in shallow, frantic bursts. “Hold on, Mama. I’m coming. I’m coming.” I couldn’t get the f*****g seat belt off. My fingers flailed and shook, unable to figure out the release, adding to my panic. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see or breathe, and I didn’t know what was happening. “Emy, baby. Calm down.” Two large hands clasped either side of my face and forced me to turn. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. You’re here with me. I’ve got you.” Crystal clear blue eyes. Conner. Not my mama. My breathing slowed as I slipped back into reality. I was riding with Conner, and our car had been hit, but we were okay. He wiped my cheeks with his rough thumbs, his eyes burning deep into mine. “I need you
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