Rachel sped down the highway recklessly at seventy miles per hour, trying to evade her pursuers. Then, a squirrel jumped out in front of her car. She didn’t even blink—the squirrel’s life was not as important as her own. She shed a tear, not for the squirrel, not for her dead ex-husband. It was for her son, Danny. Danny was gone, dead; they had taken him away and killed him. She didn’t care that the entire world was chasing her, just that Danny could be saved. The old lady at the gas station had said so, but it wouldn’t be easy. Someone would have to die. But she had to save Danny.
His curious face with hazel eyes like hers and nose like his father’s seared a heart-breaking image in her head. She could save him, she could bring him back, she could see that beautiful adventurous face again—the face of her only son.
Then the car crashed; she went flying. The world flashed in shades of gray and green underneath her as she soared across the deserted street. She landed with a crack on the hard ground of Craybourne Court. It felt a thousand times worse than the belly flop she had accidentally performed last week at the pool. Her heart sighed sluggishly. This was it, she couldn’t save Danny. Danny was lost to her forever. The world disappeared with a flash.
His curious face with hazel eyes like hers and nose like his father’s seared a heart-breaking image in her head. She could save him, she could bring him back, she could see that beautiful adventurous face again—the face of her only son.
Then the car crashed; she went flying. The world flashed in shades of gray and green underneath her as she soared across the deserted street. She landed with a crack on the hard ground of Craybourne Court. It felt a thousand times worse than the belly flop she had accidentally performed last week at the pool. Her heart sighed sluggishly. This was it, she couldn’t save Danny. Danny was lost to her forever. The world disappeared with a flash.
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