Dennis Lane brandished the stick in his hand, his voice rising in warning. “Come any closer and I’ll hit you.”
Emily Blair just laughed coldly. “Go ahead. I’ll call the cops and have you locked up.”
Dennis’s face fell. “You can’t! I’m just a kid. You can’t do this to me!”
Emily’s voice was icy as she replied, “So what if you’re a kid? The police arrest kids too.”
Dennis, furious now, gripped the stick and charged at her. “If you call the police, I’ll hit you!”
Emily barely spared him a glance. With one smooth motion, she caught his arm, wrenched the stick from his grip, and tossed it aside.
Dennis’s expression shifted. “You—”
Emily took a step toward him, but before she could say another word, a deafening blast of a car horn shattered the air behind her, blaring over and over.
Her heart leapt into her throat as she spun around. Not five yards away, right in the middle of the street, a small figure was crouched down, reaching for a card on the asphalt.
Even from this distance, Emily recognized her instantly.
Ashley Gomez.
Behind Ashley, a black sedan was hurtling straight toward her, horn blaring but not slowing down, the front bumper aimed directly at the little girl.
Emily could already imagine the impact.
Her pupils constricted, and in a flash, memories from her past life—chaotic, bloody, excruciating—rushed over her like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her.
She couldn’t move. Her heart seemed to stop beating altogether.
Her Daisy, her precious child, had also died in a car accident.
Just as small. Just as helpless.
Somewhere, Benjamin Gomez’s voice screamed, frantic: “Sweetheart, get out of the way!”
Before Emily’s mind could catch up, her body was already moving. She sprinted toward Ashley, the wind howling in her ears, every muscle suddenly alive and electric.
The car was almost on them now, the horn splitting the air, coming closer and closer.

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