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.

a minor

daughter is

Don’t worry, Mr. Douglas.

down Leonel’s brow as

over Leonel upon learning Alexis was out of the wreckage

exhaustion, and

pain beyond what most could withstand, and it sent

arms of a rescuer was Cordelia, his

soft murmur escaped

“Da—”

voice in his ears,

the darkness, he imagined the night sky scattered with stars

out on the grass, sharing a

meteor had blazed across the sky,

you think of the name Cordelia? I think

sixteen, Leonel towered almost six

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