Noah wasn’t the intended victim. I can say that neither was ……
That car had a lot of power. My parents had one with an automatic transmission and a 383 engine and the fishtailing is based on how my mom drove it. My dad didn’t let her drive it a lot
Before I could explain anything, the door swung open and a doctor rushed in, Uncle Matt right behind him.
“Ah, Mr. Jacobs,” the doctor said, already shining a light in my eyes. “How are we feeling?”
“I feel fine,” I muttered, squinting against the brightness.
“You’re very lucky to be alive,” he said, giving me a pointed look. “You hit that wall well above the speed limit.”
“I know,” I mumbled.
“He had a guardian angle with him,” Little B said from across the room.
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