I stumbled out of the small park, wandering aimlessly, barely paying attention to where I was going. It wasn’t until I reached the edge of the street that I saw it—Louis’s car.
Or at least, I thought it was his car. It looked exactly like his, the same sleek black paint, the same tinted windows. Without thinking, I stepped forward, desperate to get his attention, to make him stop.
But it wasn’t Louis.
The car slammed into me with a sickening thud, the impact throwing me back onto the pavement. Pain exploded through my body, and the world spun around me as I hit the ground, my breath knocked out of my lungs.
I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My vision blurred, dark spots dancing at the edges as I lay there, helpless. All I could think about was the baby—the baby Louis would never know about, the life growing inside me that I had hoped would change everything.
Now, all of it seemed so distant, slipping away like water through my fingers. The last thing I heard was the screech of tires and the fading sound of a car speeding away before everything went black.
