When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the car accident.
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There was a loud crash, and the car rolled over. I lay in a pool of blood, heavily pregnant.
The trolley had smashed into me with such force that thick white smoke began to rise.
I never expected to come back to this moment.
When I realized what was happening, I used every bit of strength I had to pull my body halfway out of the driver's seat.
But my lower body was pinned. I couldn't move.
Terrified that the car might explode, passersby kept their distance.
My cries for help were drowned out by the noise around me.
Realizing I couldn't rely on strangers, I shakily dialed 911.
The pain in my abdomen was unbearable now, cold sweat dripping down my forehead.
The woman on the other end of the line was one of Zayne's colleagues, someone I'd met a few times.
As soon as she recognized my voice, her tone turned cold.
She said, "Eliza, Dr. Snow's busy today. Before he left, he told us you might try calling the office if you couldn't reach him. I know what you're going to ask, but I can't tell you where he is. This line is for emergencies, so please don't waste resources. I'm hanging up now."