Chapter 120: Shattered Glass
Diane’s POV
There was a crowd of people gathered around what looked like an accident scene, their silhouettes illuminated by the flashing lights of approaching emergency vehicles. But it was the familiar shape of a car...a car that looked devastatingly like Noah’s...that made my heart stop.
"Stop the car," I commanded, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Ma’am?" my security detail asked, confusion evident in his voice.
"STOP THE CAR!" I screamed, panic rising in my throat.
The driver immediately pulled over, parking directly opposite the accident scene. My hands were shaking as I fumbled with the door handle, my pregnant belly making it difficult to move quickly. The moment I stepped out, the full horror of what I was seeing hit me like a physical blow.
Noah’s car had flipped completely over, its roof crushed against the floor. The front end was mangled beyond recognition where it had collided with another vehicle. Glass and metal debris were scattered across the road like deadly confetti.
And there, lying motionless on the ground beside the wreckage, was Noah, with some people who I guess had successfully help pulled him out of the wrecked car.
"NOAH!" I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat with such force that it felt like my vocal cords might snap. "NO NO NO NO!"
I tried to run toward him, but my security detail immediately caught me, their strong arms wrapping around my shoulders as I fought against their hold.
"Ma’am, please, you need to stay back," one of them said urgently. "Let us handle this."