Dying To Remember

Roman pressed the door open and a blast of cold air stole Ella’s breath. He draped his jacket over her shoulders and set a protective arm at her back.

She couldn’t help but glance behind her at the hospital as they left. What she was looking for, she couldn’t be sure. But at the edge of her memory, she was fairly certain she knew something. Something that could put an end to the questions keeping her up at night—and maybe something that could save her life.

“You’re shivering,” Roman said. “The car’s just over—”

A screech of tires cut him off and Ella whipped around, registering the car as it fishtailed around the corner, just yards away.

“Watch out!” Roman yelled, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her off the blacktop and onto the ice-covered grass.

But the car kept coming, its engine gunning straight for her.