The Back Seat of No Return
Language: en
On our third wedding anniversary, Ethan and I got into a car crash. When the truck lost control and slammed into us, Ethan's first instinct was to shield the passenger seat. He held Chloe tightly in his arms, protecting her with his life. I was in the back seat, my lower abdomen pinned by the deformed metal. The pain was so agonizing that my breath shook. When the rescue team arrived, Ethan had already smashed the passenger door open, carrying Chloe out. A firefighter shone a flashlight into the car and yelled, "Is there anyone else inside?" Ten minutes before the crash, Ethan had…