By slouching over the broken steering wheel like an octogenarian, I could just see through a spot of clear glass in the shattered windshield. My breath came in gasps. My left leg felt numb, far away. I could feel blood running down my face and neck.
My ruined car was making hideous sounds– the fender scraping the ground, the clatter of the fan hitting the radiator.
One thing at a time, I told myself. Just get off the highway.
I did not want to think about the girl, about why she had chosen my car to jump in front of.
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