*Alistair*
Indeed, Blackwood was numb.
But now, he was also shattered and broken.
And there was no guarantee that he could be pieced back together again.
He rushed out of the house and down the gravel driveway. He didn’t care that he was walking straight into a swarm of frantic reporters, all trying to ask their questions for their next breaking story. However, based on the wreckage that littered the ground, he knew that the newest story would be the critical condition of his wife.
Yet the more he stared at the hazardous scene before him, Alistair was beginning to realize that the severity of the situation was deeper than he could ever imagine.
Brianna’s car was hardly recognizable from the treacherous state that it was in. It looked mangled and utterly totaled. Chunks of car and rubber were scattered all along the sides of the road.
His heart crashed violently in his ribcage. “Daphne,” he said brokenly.