The woman behind the wheel was slumped over. Her head was tilted at an unnatural angle against the seatbelt, and her eyes were closed. She wasn’t just distracted; she was completely unresponsive.
Pedro felt a cold spike of adrenaline hit his stomach. The car was still moving. It wasn’t going fast, but it was rolling away from the window, heading toward the exit of the lane. And then, he heard the sound that made the situation a nightmare.
“Mom! Mommy! Wake up!”
Two children were in the back seat. Their voices were high-pitched, filled with raw, unfiltered panic. They were banging on the windows, realizing before anyone else that their mother wasn’t just sleeping. She was in trouble. And the car was drifting toward the busy main road.
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