Maya's POV
"Michael!" I sprint down the driveway. His car speeds toward the turn.
The brake lights flash. Once. Twice. Nothing happens. The car accelerates faster down the hill.
"He's going to crash!" Derek runs after me.
At the turn, Michael yanks the steering wheel hard. The car spins. Tires scream. It flips once. Twice. Crashes into a tree.
Metal crunches. Glass shatters. Then silence.
We reach the wreck. Michael hangs upside down in the driver's seat. Blood drips from his forehead. But his eyes are open.
"I'm okay," he croaks. "Mostly okay."
Emergency vehicles arrive in minutes. Paramedics cut Michael from the wreckage. Check his vitals. Broken ribs. Concussion. But alive.
"You're lucky," a paramedic says. "That tree saved your life. Stopped you from rolling into traffic."
"Alexander tried to kill me," Michael says as they load him into the ambulance. "Just like James killed Jennifer. He's recreating James's murders."
