Chapter 64

I caught my own bitter smile in the rearview mirror. "I thought I was over him," I whispered to my reflection. "Then why does it still hurt to know he loves someone else?" I blew out a breath and reached for the dashboard control to turn on the radio. I needed music, voices, anything to distract me from drowning in my own thoughts. The tipper truck came out of nowhere. By the time I registered its presence, it was too late. The reinforced front bumper of the truck rammed straight into the bonnet of the Rolls-Royce. The luxury sedan was practically swallowed by the truck. I heard an ear-splitting screech and the sounds of metal crunching. Then the world turned black. When I came to, I saw a white ceiling. The pungent smell of disinfectant told me where I was. When I tried to sit up, a sudden wave of dizziness forced me back down. Almost instantly, footsteps rushed into the room. Gloved fingers pried open my eyelids. Someone shone a bright light in both eyes, making me tear up. A man's v