Suddenly, a car sped into view from around the corner.
Ethan Jenkins's eyes widened. He couldn't cry out to Amanda Jenkins in time before he saw the car crash into her.
The white figure traced a graceful arc in the air before landing heavily on the ground.
The car that caused the accident quickly swerved, its tires screeching against the pavement with a piercing noise as the vehicle fled the scene in a cloud of smoke.
Blood vessels burst in Ethan's wide, staring eyes as he watched the white hem of her dress turn red with fresh blood.
Amanda's body lay like a wanton blood-colored mandrake blooming in the night.
In that instant, something seemed to grip Ethan's chest fiercely.
He opened his mouth to speak, but his dry throat couldn't produce a sound.
His legs, which were usually impaired, now seemed filled with strength.
He stood up and with steps quick as the wind, he rushed to Amanda's side in just a few strides.
