Ivory stood frozen on the spot, her eyes widening as her chest tightened with each passing second as she watched the in front of her play out.
Lionel was lying on the floor, blood sipping out of his head and mouth while the driver who had hit him, made no effort to stay, fleeing the scene like a coward that very second.
Ivory, in that very moment, could hear the distant screams and calls of the people, could feel the stares and sense their shock, but everything felt like it was happening at a snail’s pace.
But, despite the heaviness in her chest and the shock that coursed through her body, her brain was still functioning, and it took a second to snap her back to reality.
Quickly, she rushed over and dropped to her knees beside her father.
“Dad,” She called out, taking his
