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A truck came out of the many trees from the other side of the road, its light off, and sped right into the driver’s side. Mia tried to swerve to avoid the brunt of the collision, but she couldn’t stop the crash. I could hear Danny’s loud curses below my screams.
After we overturned a few times into the trees to our right, the car stopped, thankfully with its wheels down.
The last thing I saw was Mia’s bleeding temple, her head fallen to the side and eyes closed. Then darkness engulfed me.
I was terrified. Even though I didn’t see it, hearing the crash was a nightmare. I wasn’t sure what had happened, so my head was conjuring every disastrous scenario.
Even worse was not getting any more responses from Mia and Izzie. I could only hope they werejustpassed out. I couldn’t fathom any other option.
I drove faster, and the few miles I claimed to have ahead proved to be longer than expected. Or it was just my dread making it seem further. I saw no trucks along the road, so either they were at the accident scene or they just caused it and left. If that was the case, then once again Mia was probably right—it’d been a trap.
My panic was rising. Two women I cared about—one of my best friends and my other best friend’s girl—were in danger. Not only that, if Mia’s assessment was correct—and more often than not it was—it was the same car she saw driving Andrea around.
I wasn’t ready to comprehend what that meant for the safety of my baby. Sofia was my world. I’d stop at nothing to protect my little girl. That was a hard feat when her own mother thought it was a good idea to get involved with a member of a drug cartel, which also ventured into human trafficking.
More than ever, I needed to cut all ties with the woman who, besides my angel, only brought me hell.
Closer to the point Mia said they were, I slowed down. The road was empty. Most likely due to the many blocks between town and the roadway. I was willing to bet my paycheck the blocks were a ruse.
There was no car around. No side of any truck, nor Mia’s vehicle. I was starting to freak out when I saw the shattered glass on the ground. Inspecting closer, I saw the tires mark on the road, indicating the accident must’ve happened there. Still no sign of her car.
I crossed the roadway to the other side and parked. After turning off the engine, I got out of my truck. With the eerie silence enveloping me, I could listen to my heart thumping loudly and faster. Then I heard it.
I followed the sound of more shattering glass, which led me into the woods. I ran down farther away from the road and stopped in my tracks when I saw Mia’s car all battered up. The driver’s side was deeply dented. The top sank, and the hood was destroyed. There was no salvaging it.
I heard the sound again and found Mia breaking her window, what was left of it. Seeing her alive pushed me out of my haze, and I ran to them. She was bleeding from her head, yet she kept punching the window with her hand enveloped by what seemed to be a hoodie.
When she finally broke it, she struggled to climb out of it, and I pushed myself faster toward her. I wasn’t fast enough, though, and she fell on the ground with a thud, like a newborn baby giraffe.
“Mia!” I screamed.
She didn’t seem to listen. When I got to her, I helped her sit up. Her eyes were dazed and unfocused. She pressed her head with both her hands. I crouched down in front of her and called her name again. After a few tries, Mia realized I was there, yet she still seemed out of it.
“Danny...”
“Hey,cariño. It’s okay. I’m getting you both out of here.” I used my softest tone so as not to bother her. She seemed to be having a hard time with her head.
“I need to...” She didn’t finish her sentence, but her urgency increased.
I wanted her to stay sitting, but that didn’t seem to be an option. I helped her stand up, and she all but ran—as much as she could with her entwining legs—to behind the car. Where Mia threw up. I held her as she heaved, worried she could have more than just a head injury.
When nothing else was getting out of her, she leaned against the car and cleaned her lips with the back of her arm when we heard a whimper.
“Izzie,” Mia cried and ambled back to her door. “Izzie. Are you okay? Can you hear me?”
“Mia?”
“Thank God,” she whispered in relief, leaning against the totaled car.
“Mia.” Izzie’s voice was distressed, increasing my uneasiness. “I’m all wet. And...ahh...it hurts so much.” She groaned, and Mia went rigid beside me, just like I was. “I think...I think my water broke.” Izzie cried, and I froze.
Mia shifted to me with startled eyes, then waltzed to the passenger side, all the while clutching my arm for balance. She tripped a few times during the short walk, and I didn’t know if I should blame the unsteady ground or her probable concussion.
Izzie’s dark window was cracked but not broken, so it was hard to see through it. We tried checking on her through the windshield, but any wrong move, and we’d have shattered glass all over her.
“I’m going in again,” Mia announced.
“Cariño, you’re barely able to stand up,” I countered.
