Beyond the Divorce

I heard a loud crash behind us, followed by two explosions.

Despite the impact, the car continued to move forward steadily. Dylan slapped the steering wheel and breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did I open my eyes. The crossroad we had just narrowly crossed was now engulfed in flames, with the sound of exploding cars becoming more distant by the moment. I could feel Atlas's arm tightly around mine, which was relaxed slightly. He nervously asked, "Chloe, are you okay?"

"I'm not-"

Before I could finish my sentence, there was a sharp, cracking sound. My body immediately lurched to the left with a tremendous bang.

Atlas blocked my body with a powerful arm, wrapped another hand around my waist, and his head slammed against the car window.

I felt his hand loosen slightly for a little second. However, as soon as he realized it, he pulled me back into his embrace.

I clung tightly to his body, shivering from dread.

you okay?" I asked

about!" Luckily, the car window was sturdy and probably made of bulletproof glass. Otherwise, he would have been in danger with that impact. After confirming that none of us were hurt, Dylan focused on getting the car

deviated from the track, and this road was different from the

exact moment that, although we thought we had shaken off

cars appeared, relentlessly

"It seems like they're going all out. They won't stop until something happens

Atlas comforted me, then said to Dylan, "Hold on, head toward Fifth Avenue! There will be

come, but there were too many uncontrollable factors.

be in danger of a car crash at the

that maybe Grandpa was right-his place was

would he? But could it be that he was warning his grandson? No, that couldn't

in Atlas's ear, "Atlas, does Grandpa know that Celine wants to take action?" "It's not Celine!"

Bang!

screamed, feeling a faint sense of