Emma

Mom.

I held tight to my own trembling hands as I twisted back, craning my neck to see what was left of the SUV and of Ian and Noah. My stomach knotted as the scenes outside the windows sped by too quickly. All that I could see of the crash was a plume of smoke rising above a growing crowd. And then we turned and the scene was gone.

My black slacks were covered in the white powder from the air bags.

“Is Ian okay?” I ...