His Voice Behind the Wheel
Language: en
Seven months pregnant, I was hit by a car right at my own front door. But instead of stopping immediately, the driver dragged me for dozens of meters. I endured the pain and called my husband, only to hear the line was busy. After the driver finally stopped, she was sobbing on the phone: "Xavier, I think I messed up bad. I... I hit a pregnant woman... What do I do? I'm so scared!" Clutching my belly, I looked at her pleadingly, my voice desperate: "Help me... Please save my baby..." She cautiously approached me, but through her phone I heard my husband's voice: "Is she dead? Half-dead is…