Christopher’s breath caught in his throat as he reached the driver’s side door, his chest tightening like a vise at the sight of her.
Vivian was slumped over the steering wheel, her body motionless, her face pale and streaked with blood that had dripped from a gash on her forehead. The shattered glass from the windshield sparkled around her like cruel stars, mocking the fragility of the scene before them.
"Vivian," he whispered, his voice trembling, before he shouted her name louder. “Vivian! f**k!”
She didn’t stir. Her head rested at an awkward angle, her arms limp at her sides, and a faint crimson stain spread across the fabric of her blouse near her abdomen. Panic clawed at his chest, threatening to swallow him whole as his mind raced. No. No. This can’t be happening.
His hands sh
