But even Sophia's confidence had thinned, her bravado faltering as she squinted through the darkness.
"Shouldn't she be getting out by now?" Jenna asked, her voice strained.
"Maybe she's unconscious." Cassie's words were meant to be dismissive, but there was a hint of dread lacing her tone.
Panic swelled inside Amy, crashing against her ribs like violent waves. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Quinn's crumpled car, the front twisted and broken against the pole.
"I-I have to check on her." Amy's voice trembled. Without waiting for her friends' approval, she threw her door open and stumbled out.
"Amy, are you crazy?!" Sophia hissed, but Amy barely heard her.
She stumbled toward Quinn's car, her legs like lead, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. As she drew nearer, the damage became undeniable.
