But I was going too fast.
The curve was too sharp.
I hit the turn at full speed. The tires on the right side of the car lifted off the ground as momentum hurled the vehicle outward, and I yanked on the steering wheel, fear and panic overriding every other thought.
The car rolled.
The world spun.
I thought I screamed—or maybe that was just the sound of metal bending against its will.
No. No!
This isn’t the ending I choreographed.
This isn’t what I wanted.
I wanted peace.
Even as I hurtled through space, trapped inside a metal box, my chaotic mind tried to undo what was happening, to rewrite the ending.
To build a better one.
A happier one.
Instead, it ended with fire and fury—with sharp, brutal motions and a sudden, violent stop.
To Be Continued…