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Peter
My heart turns into a block of ice, my lungs calcifying at Lucas’s words. Sara, in an accident—it’s impossible, unthinkable.
It’s my worst nightmare come true.
Lucas is speaking, telling me something about a car and a dog, but I’m not processing. There is a dull roaring in my ears, and all I can think about is the other time someone gave me news over the phone in that tone.
The stench of death, Tamila’s long lashes singed and glued with blood, Pasha’s tiny hand curled around a toy car… My vision darkens, all awareness fading as anguish tears through me, decimating everything inside.
Sorting through a pile of bodies, hearing the buzzing of the flies, knowing I wasn’t there to save them…
I can’t breathe, can’t feel anything but gut-wrenching horror.
A car accident. Sara. Her
