Chapter 159 Grave Mistake

• I made a mistake.
• The car was hit by an unexpected force that reduced the rear end to a powder and began to eat away at the backseat, much like a car crusher, just as I turned to face Tyrone. The force of the blow caused my lungs to constrict, causing my rib cage to seem like it was about to collapse in on itself.
• When the car did a pirouette, whirling around like a ballerina, there were no car horns or screaming, just an unsettling calm surrounding me like a blanket. Suddenly, we were falling to the ground from a height like an Olympic gymnast, and the next, we were soaring into the air.