*Cory*
I'm behind the wheel, pushing the limits of speed, though every mile feels like a crawl through the chaos that surrounds me. Crumpled cars, cries of the injured, and a trail of debris force me to maneuver with precision, a dance of survival amidst the wreckage.
David's message lights a flicker of hope in the darkness of uncertainty. His words echo relief, confirming the safety of his wife and daugthers ones and the minimal harm to the hotel. A rush of gratitude washes over me, a fleeting moment of solace in the turmoil.
My mind races at a frantic pace, each thought a sharp blade cutting through the fog of fear and panic that threatens to engulf me. I cling to this mental clarity, a shield against the overwhelming emotions that lurk beneath the surface.
The phone's shrill ring in
