Chapter 7 - The Impact and Survival
“Clara? Clara, talk to me!” Daniel pleaded, his voice trembling as he checked her face in the dim light of the wreckage.
Slowly, Clara’s eyelids fluttered open, her chest heaving as she drew in a ragged, desperate breath of air.
“The baby... Daniel, the baby is still moving,” Clara whispered, tears streaming through the soot on her cheeks.
Daniel closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, breathing a massive sigh of relief that tasted like pure oxygen.
He looked down at her wrists, which were still bound cruelly together by the heavy hemp rope Victoria’s men had tied.
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“I need to get these ropes off you right now,” Daniel said urgently, scanning the ruined interior for something sharp.
Through the shattered dashboard console, the small US flag bumper sticker on the glove box caught the faint, flickering light of the engine fire.
