Chapter 93

The night air felt heavy as the group, disoriented and shaken, slowly regained their senses after the jarring impact. The car, now a twisted mass of metal, sat still against the tree it had collided with. Inside, the air was thick with a mix of adrenaline and fear, each occupant trying to comprehend the sudden turn of events. Amelia, her hands cradling her rounded belly, winced as she struggled to steady her breathing. "I-I think the baby's okay," she managed to say, her voice trembling with anxiety. Cassandra, her worry etched on her face, reached out to Amelia. "Let me check, just to be sure," she said gently, placing a comforting hand on Amelia's shoulder. She carefully assessed Amelia's condition, relieved to find no immediate signs of distress. Emma, who had been behind the wheel during the crash, sat in stunned silence, her knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel. "I-I'm so sorry, he just came out of nowhere," she stammered, her voice filled with guilt and shock. Rebe