The late autumn sun hung low over Route 27, scattering long golden rays across the quiet highway. The familiar hum of passing traffic filled the air—a steady, ordinary rhythm—until a sudden, piercing scream shattered the calm.
“Stop the car! Mommy, please stop!” Sophie yelled from the backseat. Her five-year-old body twisted against the seatbelt, tiny hands clawing at the straps as if trying to break free. Her glowing sneakers kicked frantically, and the hem of her sparkling princess dress whipped around her in chaotic motion.
Helen’s heart leapt into her throat. “Sophie! What’s going on?” she asked, spinning in her seat to look at her daughter.
“The motorcycle man… he’s hurt! He’s dying!” Sophie sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her small fingers gripped the buckle, trembling. “He’s right there on the—”
