Disabled& Special Needs
For fifteen years, Noah had been unable to walk.
At least, that was what everyone believed.
At least, that was what I believed.
The SUV struck the guardrail once.
Spun.
Then slammed sideways into a concrete barrier.
My shoulder hit the door.
Noah shouted my name.
Adrian didn’t shout at all.
The front tires slipped over the muddy embankment.
We were not falling from some enormous bridge.
It was slower than that.
Worse, somehow.
The vehicle tilted.
Vehicles
Mud collapsed beneath us.
Then the SUV slid nose-first down the bank and hit the Evermere River.
Cold water exploded over the hood.
“Adrian!”
He had already removed his seat belt.
That was the first detail that frightened me.
The second was his window.
It was already open.
Rain poured through it.
He climbed halfway out.
“What are you doing?”
He looked at me.
I had been married to Adrian for three years.
