The memories of being burned alive flashed vividly before my eyes and I clutched my belly in terror as pain shot through me.
Enduring the agony, I managed to exit the vehicle and dragged Alma, who was stuck under her seat, out of the car with great effort.
Her face turned pale as she stared at her bloodstained coat, "Eleanor, please … save my child …"
Biting down on my tongue to stay conscious, I reassured her, "Don't worry, Miss Barren. I've learned some emergency care methods." I retrieved a first-aid kit from the car just as the sound of an approaching ambulance reached us.
To my surprise, the first person out of the ambulance was Gerald. It seems that, just like in my previous life, Joanne had called him in advance.
Seeing his familiar face stirred the painful memory of him walking away with Joanne as I burned to death. My stomach tensed in response. The cold wind cut into my skin like blades, intensifying the pain.
"Mr. Riverton! Eleanor is over here!" Gerald's apprentice hurried toward me with a stretcher.
Gerald's face darkened with fury as he glared at me, "Joanne was right, it was you!"