JASON. BANG!!! The sound of Stacy's car crash hits me like a physical blow. I’ve been secretly following Stacy since she stepped out of office after our first meeting in a long time, hoping to get another moment to explain myself, and to fix things, but now, all that matters is getting to her. Her car is a crumpled mess, the front end lodged deep in a ditch. For a split second, I freeze, my chest tightening with sheer panic. No, no, no. This can’t be happening again. Without another thought, I sprint toward the wreckage, yanking open the driver’s side door. “Stacy!” My voice cracks as I pull her limp body from the car, laying her flat on the ground. “Come on baby, come back to me. I need you,” I mutter under my breath, my hands trembling as I check for signs of life. Nothing. No response. Damn it. My first aid training kicks in. I press down on her chest, counting compressions, praying for movement. “Please, Stacy. Don’t do this to me.” Sweat drips down my face as I lean
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