Nora Ainsworth slowly turned her gaze to the window. The sunlight was brilliant. It was another beautiful day.
Originally, it was just a fractured leg, and she could move the rest of her body.
But now, if she even tried to move, the nerves screaming throughout her body brought on a pain that was pure agony.
If she hadn't managed to tumble into the back seat at the last second, protecting her chest and the back of her head, she might have died in the driver's seat.
Recalling the helplessness and terror of being trapped in the car, Nora Ainsworth still felt incredibly small.
'It was pure luck that I didn't die this time. If there's a next time, will I be able to escape?'
Half an hour later, Yvonne came in with a bowl of porridge for breakfast and placed it on the table.
Just as she was about to leave, Nora Ainsworth called out, "Wait."
Yvonne turned back. "Is there something else?"
"I can't move at all. If you don't feed me, how am I supposed to eat?"
