As Adeline replayed everything that happened in her mind, she shook her head in disbelief. "I just don't get it…It's impossible. My brakes couldn't have failed like that. I barely drive that car, and I get it checked every two weeks."
"It was probably your family's doing," Enzo said casually. "Someone tampered with the brakes. There's no other explanation."
More fragments of Adeline's memory suddenly came rushing back. She remembered the car speeding uncontrollably, the screams of the pedestrians, and the sounds of glass shattering as the car tumbled.
Her eyes widened as a particular memory came into focus: Enzo shielding her with his body, his arms wrapping around her while he promised her that he wouldn't let her die.
Her hand unconsciously brushed over her chest, where the weight of his body had pinned her against the seat. Everything after that was still a blur—voices, footsteps, the feeling of being carried.
