Ethan’s POV
My thoughts were a tangled mess, looping endlessly, the photos, the headlines, Dominic’s face when he saw them, my own face plastered across every screen in the city.
I didn’t see the other car until it was too late.
The collision was sudden, violent, a sickening crunch of metal and glass. My body jolted forward, the seatbelt biting into my chest.
Pain shot through me, sharp and disorienting.
Before I could make sense of what had happened, the driver’s side door was wrenched open.
Hands grabbed me, rough and unrelenting.
I tried to fight, to scream, but my voice caught in my throat. The world spun wildly as I was dragged from the wreckage, my feet barely touching the ground.
My box of belongings spilled across the pavement, photos scattering, the coffee mug shattering i
