Diane's POV
There was a crowd of people gathered around what looked like an accident scene, their silhouettes illuminated by the flashing lights of approaching emergency vehicles. But it was the familiar shape of a car...a car that looked devastatingly like Noah's...that made my heart stop.
"Stop the car," I commanded, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Ma'am?" my security detail asked, confusion evident in his voice.
"STOP THE CAR!" I screamed, panic rising in my throat.
The driver immediately pulled over, parking directly opposite the accident scene. My hands were shaking as I fumbled with the door handle, my pregnant belly making it difficult to move quickly. The moment I stepped out, the full horror of what I was seeing hit me like a physical blow.
