Hailey's pov
The sirens grew louder, but Luca’s voice was the only thing that kept me anchored. He stayed right there, kneeling in the rain, murmuring soft reassurances until the paramedics arrived.
I remember fragments after that: bright lights, questions, the sting of antiseptic. My ankle was badly sprained, ribs bruised, a small cut on my forehead stitched up. Nothing life-threatening, but enough to scare the hell out of me.
I fumbled for my phone in the ambulance, hands shaking as I dialed Roy first.
“Hailey?” His voice was sharp, instantly alert.
“Accident,” I managed. “Brakes failed. I’m okay, but—”
“Where are you?” he demanded. I heard keys jingling, a door slamming.
I gave him the intersection. Then I called Ryan. Same reaction—panic wrapped in steel.
“We’re coming. Both o
