Pedro’s mind raced. If the car kept rolling, it could hit a curb, flip, or worse—drift into oncoming traffic. The kids were trapped inside. He looked at the heavy door to the restaurant entrance. It was too far. By the time he ran around the counter and out the front door, the car would be gone.
He looked at the drive-thru window. It was small, cluttered with registers and soda machines, designed for handing out bags, not for exits. But it was the only way.
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“Stop!” he yelled, though he knew she couldn’t hear him.
Without thinking about his job, safety protocols, or the height of the drop, Pedro propelled himself onto the counter. In one fluid motion, captured by the security cameras, he threw his body through the narrow drive-thru window, tumbling out onto the asphalt.
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