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that psychologist you saw.” She opened her eyes and looked into his. Blake was right, of course.
    Poppy may have spoken to a professional after the accident, but she hadn’t been fully able to unload her problems, not like she wanted to. Even years later the accident was still fresh in her mind. The sights and smells of the carnage that surrounded her were ingrained inside of her.
    “Is me telling you the horror of my dreams really going to help anything?” She didn’t ask to be cynical or untrustworthy of Blake’s attempts to help her. She simply spoke the truth.
    “Yes, Poppy, I do think it’ll help, but I won’t push you.” His eyes were a warm green/brown that had her wanting to open up to him.
    Looking out the French doors at the swirling snow, Poppy told him about the crash, about her dream.
    The sound of glass breaking and metal bending was so unbelievably loud that it encompassed Poppy. Pain registered at the temple as soon as her head struck the passenger side window. Flashes of black and brightness danced before her eyes. The metallic flavor of blood filled her mouth in a gush, and she gagged as it slid down her throat.
    The world felt strange, off-kilter. Blinking rapidly, Poppy’s vision cleared enough that she realized she was suspended in the air. The only thing holding her was the seatbelt that cut into her throat, partially cutting off her airway like a tight noose intent on taking her life.
    Harsh, violent gusts of wind whipped by her, and she turned her head. Jagged shards of glass from the passenger side window filled her vision. Something warm and wet made a slow, but steady track down her forehead. The wetness started to drip into her eyes, and she lifted her hand, trying to wipe it away. But her arm wouldn’t move. Panic seized her chest, and her heart pounded strong and hard behind her sternum.
    “Jon.” Her voice sounded hoarse, scratchy. Poppy cleared it and called out again. “Jon.” There was still no answer. Her neck hurt, and she still couldn’t get her arm to move.
    Poppy turned her head to the left, and a tortured sob left her. “Jon…” Hot tears tracked down her cheeks. “No, please God, no.” She tried to reach out, but her fucking arm wouldn’t move. Poppy looked down and saw the flash of white protruding from her forearm.
    Poppy screamed. Loud, gut-wrenching sound left her, and she prayed someone heard her, prayed someone came to help. She tried to use her right arm to unlatch her seat belt, but every move she made sent agony throughout her entire body. “Jon, please, wake up, honey.” Blood covered her hand, and made her actions slick and sticky. A rolling wave of pain stole her breath. Poppy gripped her belly and cried out.
    Sirens sounded in the distance, and Poppy could hear shouting nearby.
    “You okay in there?” A female voice was to her right.
    “What’s your name?” A male voice sounded to her left.
    She reached out with her right arm, but she couldn’t reach Jon, couldn’t touch him. “Please, help Jon.” Poppy let her head fall back against the seat and closed her eyes. Blood and tears made seeing anything damn near impossible, and the pain made it hard to think straight. Another sob tore through her, and she tried once more to reach for Jon.
    “God, Johnny, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. Please be okay.” Then darkness took her away.
    Poppy wiped the tear that started making a slow trail down her cheek. Blake’s comforting presence seeped into her, and she absorbed the sensation.
    “I’m so sorry, Poppy .” He rubbed her back, the rhythmic up and down motion further helping to ease her pain.
    “Well, it is getting easier every day, and I’m hoping that it’ll get better since I’m here.” Poppy wiped at the last tear and forced a smile on her face. She looked at Blake and saw a pained look on his face.
    “I’m going to make you whole again, Poppy.”
    “I know, but it’s not your job to do that, Blake.”
    They stared at each