Lilith's heart pounded in her chest, its frenetic rhythm a frantic signal of the mounting fear that coursed through her veins.
Lilith's dream had left her uncertain about the outcome of the truck accident, but in the present moment, her fear was focused on the possibility that Laura had been the victim of the collision.
She opened her mouth to speak, but words were unable to form out of her mouth.
The truck horn became louder than before and it drew the attention of the models that were all present.
They shifted their gaze towards their back, stunned to see that a lady was on the road and her gaze was fixed on them.
Quickly, the models all turned around, as they stretched their hands out while yelling.
'Get out of the road!'
'Leave the road!'
'You are going to get crushed, so quickly step away!'
'Leave the road!'
'Leave the road!'
'Leave the road!'
