The Dashcam's Silent Witness

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ssica out, her arm draped d

his voice sharp, "Probably just trying to make thi

a perfect pict

lightly, his eyes flickin

rned back to focus on gett

ing, a searing pain rip

th trembling hands, pushin

led out onto the rough

l bit int

medical bags, the oxygen

roking her hair, his voic

t me, his eyes cold

eing crazy," he said, his voice

ugh me, and I felt a sickening

hat chilled me to the bone

another man had brought me in, the d

on. The trauma was too sev

oom t

, his face a mask

ly neutral, "It was the crash, Sarah. You were pr

etic nurse, had a few bruises a

ed, a single tear rolling down her cheek,

my rock and lifelong protector, M