My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 719

Emily Blair and Alex White were jolted violently in their seats.

Gritting her teeth, Emily slammed her foot on the gas, desperate to get away.

But suddenly, a semi-truck surged up from behind, pulling up alongside her car on the left.

Emily’s heart sank. She eased her foot off the accelerator, hoping to drift away from the truck and break free from its path.

Bang!

A deafening crash exploded beside her. The driver’s-side window and windshield shattered, cracks spiderwebbing across the glass. Emily’s body lurched uncontrollably to the right.

Her mind went blank. All she could see was a crimson haze blooming before her eyes, while a piercing ringing filled her ears.

Everything spun. The car flipped over twice across the pavement, flinging Emily and Alex helplessly as airbags burst out, cushioning some of the impact but not enough to keep them conscious.

Just before the darkness took her, Emily’s body throbbed with pain, every muscle limp. Through blurred vision, she glimpsed the truck driver climbing down from the cab and heading their way…

“According to reports, a serious crash occurred earlier this evening on Harmony Road in the east end. A fifteen-ton semi collided with a sedan, sending the car rolling twice. Both occupants were critically injured and remain unconscious in hospital, where doctors are still fighting to save them. Their condition is unknown at this time…”

Inside Tristan Davis’s apartment, Elizabeth Wilson sprawled on the couch, legs crossed with less than perfect manners, flipping through channels and watching a variety show.

“Tristan, are you even human?” she grumbled.

She’d overheard Tristan’s phone call with Emily Blair and hadn’t thought much of it at first. But after a couple of hours and a rumbling stomach, her patience finally snapped.

She watched for a few seconds, shaking her head and clucking her tongue. “See, this is why you’ve got to watch out on the road. Stay away from those big rigs.”

She didn’t pay much attention to the footage, only noting that it was a collision between a truck and a sedan. She started to change the channel—until Tristan stopped her.

“Wait.”

Elizabeth glanced at him, puzzled. “What is it?”

Tristan’s demeanor shifted; he set his phone aside and leaned in, scrutinizing the news footage. “That sedan… doesn’t it look like Emily’s car?”

Elizabeth paused, then snorted. “So what if it’s the same model? Emily’s car isn’t one of a kind. Lots of people drive those.”