The Accident

As they entered a particularly busy street, Alexander's sharp eyes noticed something odd. A large truck, much farther ahead, was moving erratically. The way it swerved left and right made it clear that the driver was either reckless or had completely lost control.

A frown formed on Alexander's face. He immediately tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his senses on high alert.

"Something's not right," he muttered.

Anna turned to him, noticing the tension in his jaw. "What is it?"

Alexander's eyes stayed glued to the truck ahead. "That truck—something's wrong."

Within seconds, his worst fears were confirmed.

The truck suddenly veered straight into their lane, accelerating at an alarming speed.

Alexander cursed under his breath and turned the wheel sharply to the left, trying to move out of its path. But the truck mirrored his movement, as if it were deliberately chasing them.

Anna's breath hitched. "Alexander—"