Nolan’s strong arms wrapped around Miranda, pulling her upright as her legs threatened to give way. The shock was fading, leaving behind trembling limbs and unsteady breathing. Before she could protest, he lifted her effortlessly and strode toward his car. Arthur held the door as Nolan carefully placed her in the passenger seat.
Nolan closed her door with deliberate control. Through the window, she watched him exchange words with Arthur before walking around to the driver’s side.
The drive passed in heavy silence. Miranda’s mind kept circling back to those terrifying seconds. Had it really been an accident? The question tormented her. What if she hadn’t hesitated at the curb?
Would Arthur have reached her? Would she be fighting for her life in some hospital bed, or worse? The possibilities sent ice through her veins.
