Chapter Eleven
When I come to, the first thing I smell is gasoline. The second thing I notice is that my body is aching. What is wrong with my life that I know how it feels to be in a car crash twice now? What are the odds?
I open my eyes. Luckily, this time the car has landed right side up. Relieved not to be hanging from a seatbelt again, I take in a deep breath. The front of the car has slammed into a rock that had previously been covered by snow. The windshield is broken and glass has flown everywhere. I’m sure I am cut in a thousand places.
“Bennett,” I say, trying to unbuckle myself. “We need to call 911.”
I look up at him and my heart feels as if it has stopped beating. Bennett is unconscious. A trickle of blood from the top of his head is rolling down his cheek and dripping ont
