“You okay?” Nathan asked, his voice slicing through the silence.
Tess nodded and turned to look at him. She realized she had one hand clenched around his forearm. She’d curled her other hand tight on the edge of her seat. She slowly released her hands and rubbed them together. “I’m fine. You?”
“Fine,” he said.
Tess automatically unbuckled her seatbelt and went to see if they could help. Clambering out of the truck, she ran over to the truck in the road. She heard Nathan calling 911. She knelt down to see that there were two people inside. A young woman appeared unconscious, but Tess couldn’t see much else, other than that the woman was jammed to one side of her seat in the upside down vehicle. The other passenger was a man who was conscious, his eyes wide and dark. Blood ran down his ch
