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On impulse, I leap out of the car, dashing toward the truck, and pull the passenger door open.
Amy isn't moving; my heart races in my chest. Shaking, I carefully check her for injuries. None. She's knocked out. A wave of relief washes over me when I feel the soft warmth of her breathing and confirm her pulse.
Gary starts sputtering coughs at that moment. I look over at him. He's awake, struggling with the puffed airbag.
"Are you okay?" I ask when his head falls back against the headrest.
"Yes. Yes. Just leave; my father's a cop," he says, pushing the door open and crawling out.
I swiftly unbuckle Amy's seatbelt, cradle her out of the car, sprint back to mine, lay her in the rear, and get back into the driver's side, all while my heart felt like it was being clenched in a grip
