‘I thought I was over him,’ Darya said to her own reflection in the rearview mirror. ‘Then why does it still hurt to know he loves someone else?’
She blew out a breath and reached for the dashboard control to turn on the radio.
She needed music, voices, anything to distract her and get out of her own head.
The tipper truck came out of nowhere.
By the time Darya registered its presence, it was too late.
The reinforced front bumper of the truck rammed straight into the bonnet of the Rolls-Royce.
The luxury sedan was practically swallowed by the truck.
Darya heard an ear-splitting screech and the sounds of metal crunching.
Then the world turned black.
When she came to, she saw a white ceiling.
The pungent smell of disinfectant told her where she was.
When sh
