![]() 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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