Regina
It was like a nightmare unfolding before me. My ears were still ringing from the terrible sound of the impact, the crunching, the screeching metal, the shattering, the squealing. The air was filled with scents, gasoline, melted rubber, oil. People were shouting and there was already a siren sounding from the distance.
I finally broke away from the stranger who was trying to restrain me and ran toward the twisted remains of the two vehicles. Jeff’s truck didn’t even look like a truck any more. Other good Samaritans joined me on the scene. Two men were trying to pry open the door on the Bronco.
I went around to the passenger side of truck and tugged on the handle, but the lock was engaged. I jumped up on the running board and tried to see through the shattered window. “Jeff! J
