The Wreck Had Two Doors, He Chose Hers

Synopsis

When the impact crumpled the door, I never heard my own scream. All I heard was Jonathan Carter shouting another name. "Grace Hughes!" A second later, he kicked open the passenger door and pulled her—bloodied and dazed—into his arms. I was trapped, the seatbelt cutting deep into my skin, my knee jammed in the twisted metal, and half my body already gone numb. Rain hammered against the shattered windows, cold wind rushing in. I watched him disappear into the storm, Grace held tight in his arms. He never once looked back. In that moment, I stopped struggling. I finally understood. I would never win against Grace.