“Babe. Look at me. You’re safe.”

… I lie directly to your face while looking into your eyes projecting as much calm as I can possibly muster while covered in little bloody cubes of glass. Things go from bad to worse. I can hear something pop and immediately yellow flames flicker around the crumpled hood. Her beautiful brown eyes swallowed by fear and panic as she screams over and over again “you were driving it wasn’t me you were driving it was you it was you it was always you” as she frantically keeps trying to turn the key over and over again until it finally snaps off.

Babe. I won’t leave you. I won’t hurt you. Let go of the steering wheel so I can drive us home.