The phone slipped from my hand. The sound of metal twisting, tires screeching, voices shouting echoed in my head like a nightmare on repeat.

“Brayden!” I screamed again.

Clara was already grabbing my shoulders. “Zoe…Zoe, talk to me! What the hell happened?”

I shook my head, my breath coming in short bursts. “He….he crashed. I heard it. He was on the phone with me and….”

“Okay, okay.” Clara pressed my cheeks in her palms, forcing my wild eyes on her. “We’re ...