Rescuers, arriving at the scene, were greeted by the mangled door.

When they pried it open, their faces registered sheer astonishment.

Conventional wisdom held that in a crash, a driver’s instinct might swerve the vehicle.

Contrary to that, the driver in front of them had done the opposite and taken the impact head-on.

Leonel’s thighs were drenched in blood, the crimson stark against the grey fabric of his suit, a grisly sight.

His legs, trapped and immobile, continued to bleed.

Propped against the seat, Leonel’s voice was faint.

“My wife, my daughter-where are they?”

Recognized immediately by the rescue team as the well-known Leonel Douglas from Duefron, they hastened to his aid.

“They’re safe,” they assured him.

wife has a minor

daughter

Don’t worry, Mr. Douglas.

Leonel’s brow as

Alexis was out

to exhaustion, and his mind began to

a searing agony radiated through him, a pain beyond what most

rescuer was Cordelia, his daughter with Alexis, unscathed

soft murmur escaped her

“Da—”

voice in his ears, Leonel’s thoughts

darkness, he imagined

ago, stretched out on

the sky, their silence a

the name Cordelia? I think it’s beautiful,

towered almost

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