Then the crash happened.
A loud metallic crack tore through the air, sharp enough to make every head on the block turn at the same time. Tires screeched violently. Something heavy scraped across the asphalt. A motorcycle spun sideways across the street and slammed against the center line before falling still.
For a moment, nobody moved.
Drivers slammed on their brakes. A woman pushing a stroller froze halfway across the crosswalk. Two teenagers standing outside the gas station stared at the wreck with wide eyes.
And then someone shouted.
“Oh my God—there’s a kid!”
Before anyone understood what was happening, a small figure darted out from the sidewalk.
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