A rare flicker of confusion crossed Celestine’s eyes.
The last thing she remembered was riding home with Chester after signing the divorce papers.
The brakes had failed…
That’s right—the brakes had failed!
The car had careened off the road, crashed through the median, and slammed into a delivery truck.
A pounding headache split Celestine’s skull. The weight of the impact still haunted her, vivid as if it had just happened.
“Celly, how are you feeling?”
She opened her eyes to see her grandfather, Luther Selwyn, his face drawn and pale at her bedside. The sight of him made tears sting her eyes.
“I’m all right, Grandpa,” she managed.
“How can you possibly be all right? You were unconscious for three days!” Pete, her older brother, cut in, worry etched across his face. “Does anything hurt? The doctor’s on his way.”
He and Grandpa had already seen the news reports—the crash scene was everywhere, the mangled wreckage of her car twisted beyond recognition.
Seeing those images had been even more gut-wrenching than when he’d first learned Celestine had fallen overboard last year. After all, it was a car accident that had taken their uncle and aunt from them.
Pete had wanted to keep the news from Grandpa at first, but there was no way to hide it. Thankfully, Celly had pulled through.
Celestine accepted the glass of warm water Pete handed her. “Really, Grandpa, Pete—I’m okay. Please don’t worry.”
But their faces made it clear they didn’t believe a word.
With her pale, bloodless face and fragile voice, she wasn’t exactly convincing.
Soon, the doctor arrived and gave her a thorough examination. Other than a fractured left forearm that would need some time to heal, the rest were just scrapes and cuts from the shattered glass.
“Miss Selwyn is very fortunate,” the doctor explained, removing his stethoscope. “When the accident happened, a gentleman shielded her from the worst of the impact.”
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