That in those last few moments of consciousness, your life becomes a highlight reel.
But as my world darkens, there are no scenes.
There’s only Logan’s arms wrapped around Maggie and me as the three of us lie together, wrapped in warmth and the safety of my favorite place in the world.
And then, there’s nothing.
Logan
The deafening crunch of metal against metal rattles my brain before the truck rushes for the edge of the bridge.
I don’t see it coming because I’m too busy looking at Liv.
My Olive.
Her face drains of all color before her body slams against the side of the cab and we’re sent spinning.
Gravity forces my body back as the tires fight for purchase on the wet asphalt.
What did we just hit?
What just hit us?
And as if in slow-motion, I watch it happen.
Jasper’s F-450 truck barreling toward the edge of the bridge.
The seconds where gravity decides whether we’re going to stay flat or tip down.
The weight of the 9,000-pound truck forcing us over the edge, like there was any chance it could happen any other way.
And then we’re flying.
Falling.
Crashing through the surface of the river and down into the depths faster than my brain can keep up with what’s happening.
“Olivia—” I yell as her head slams against the roof.
Fuck. Why doesn’t she have a seatbelt on?
“Logan—” Jasper yells, our eyes locking. “We’ve got to get out.”
Blood trickles down the side of his face as water rises around us.
In the fucking cab of the truck.
“Liv...” I say her name while I unbuckle my seatbelt, and pain shoots through my thigh as I try to get to her. “Liv, wake up.”
“Logan—” Jasper stops me. “I’ve got one of those bars. The ones that shatter the window. Grab it from the glove box. I can’t reach.”
His words are heavy in my foggy brain, but I find the black metal tool. “I’ll break it as soon as I have her. Be ready, brother.”
Jasper nods, his blood soaking his shirt.
Fuck. “How bad are you hurt?”
“I’m fine. Get her.”
