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Samantha’s POV
THREE YEARS AGO
“Sure, sis. Only because it’s your birthday.” Natasha mused, putting the paintbrush down and grabbing my hand before stepping out of her room.
We walked out of the house hand in hand smiling with each other and got into the white car, buckling ourselves into the seat before driving off. I made sure she was all buckled before I pulled out of the long winding driveway.
I made sure she was safe, we were safe and careful. But the luck was against us on that day.
We were hit on the right side because a drunk driver lost control of the vehicle due to the rain. And instead of helping us, he drove away from the scene.
Nat died on the impact and I was scratched up badly, my forehead was bleeding and my arm and legs were slightly broken.