“Mali!” I call. She spins around, and there’s a nasty gash on her collarbone, possibly from the seatbelt. She looks like she’s aged a million years in only a matter of minutes. Cam runs to her and wraps his arms around her tightly, but I’m still looking for my wife. “Where’s Laiken?” I ask her. Her bottom lip starts to tremble. “I don’t know.” What? “What the fuck do you mean you don’t know?” She’s physically shaking as she starts to cry harder. “I mean I don’t fucking know! Someone slammed into us full force, and I was knocked out. And when I woke up, she was gone!” No. This can’t be
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