Dahlia's POV
No one could have survived what just happened.
The twisted metal and shattered glass painted a scene that looked like a tragic collision, but I knew better. Someone had orchestrated this deadly trap, ensuring every person in those vehicles would meet their end.
"Dahlia, are you hurt?"
Lorena's voice shook as she spoke, pulling me from my dark thoughts. The woman's face was pale, her eyes wide with the kind of terror that came from brushing against death.
I reached over and squeezed Lorena's ice-cold fingers, offering what comfort I could. "I'm alright."
"I was terrified back there." Lorena's brow creased with worry, her gaze distant and troubled.
I kept my suspicions to myself. These were nothing more than theories, after all.
Still, whether the crash was deliberate or accidental, Dick would certainly grow suspicious. Lightning didn't strike the same person twice, and accidents didn't follow someone around like a shadow.
