![]() I struggled to turn further to see Anna, who was sitting in the middle backseat. Once again I experienced the same type of immediate understanding regarding his condition, that he was gone. ![]() Ben was sitting directly behind Michelle, upright in his seat and with his head resting against the imploded car door. My thoughts raced to my children in the backseat: Were they okay?ĭespite the excruciating pain, I struggled to turn my head, frantically trying to move so I could check on the condition of my children. It didn’t come from deductive reasoning, it was just pure knowledge of a terrible reality-she was gone. In my confused state of shock, still struggling to comprehend what had just happened, that thought was so clear and definitive. ![]() I could see Michelle motionless and curled up in a fetal position on the passenger chair, her hair falling over her face so that I couldn’t see it. There was no sound from anyone in the car. The sound of the car hitting ours was a sickening, dense, crushing thud of metal on metal-a quick, catastrophic, singular sound of devastation. The vehicle T-boned our own car with a force so violent and tremendous that the impact stopped our car from going downhill and pushed it back uphill. I attempted to swerve out of the way but to no avail. It was on a direct collision course with our car. Michelle and I both saw a pair of headlights appear at the top of the hill in front of us, moving at an unbelievably high speed and already crossing the median.
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