Jane's POV
The night is so vividly remembered: darkness, black, devouring the last remnant of comforting city light as I drove home alone down the dark country roads from work. My head reeled on the happenings of the day—the whisper of deception and shadow of my broken past. I had hardly noticed the gentle purr of the car engine above the din in my head before the car's headlights flashed on and a fear that could not be dispelled surrounded me in an instant. I was shaken before I knew it, with a clasp of hardened hand on my car door.
The consequence was instantaneous—a shove that shoved the car into the ditch. My heart jumped into my chest and I clasped with a grip at the wheel, but in the blink of an eye wild chaos had been loosed. The steering wheel tore with brute ferocity as I attemp
