Carmen
Some distance away, but not too far for my eyes to make out what had happened, I saw it.
It was an accident or at least, that was what it first looked like. But the closer we got, the more it resembled an explosion. A bad one.
Bad enough that I expected to see the remains of massive fuel tanks scattered across the road.
Instead, I froze when I realized the truth. There were no tanks. Only the shredded remains of the three cars I would have been in.
The metal had been torn apart, twisted into jagged shapes. Flames still licked at the wreckage, thick smoke curling upward into the night sky.
They were ruined beyond recognition and yet I still recognized them instantly. It was an explosion. There was no doubt about it. The cars were still burning. I could no longer sit calmly in my seat.
My gaze snapped toward Nico.
He sat beside me, calm and composed, watching the scene outside as our car continued to move through the traffic and past the wreckage.
