Addison was completely disoriented. The car jerked violently, throwing her from side to side. Instantly, she understood what was happening. As if by some cruel twist of fate, memories she had worked so hard to bury came rushing back with vivid intensity. Three years ago, she had witnessed the aftermath of a horrific accident—the sound of wailing sirens, the crackle of flames, and shattered car parts scattered across the scene. Skid marks on the pavement told the story of a devastating collision. When Addison had received the news, she drove straight to the site without hesitation. Even before parking her car, the horrific scene unfolded before her eyes. At the center of it all was Harvey, trapped inside the wreckage. Addison sat frozen in her seat, staring out the window. Her hands trembled uncontrollably on the steering wheel, her mind struggling to accept the nightmare in front of her.But the grim reality was undeniable. A massive overturned truck loomed over the remains of a luxury car with its hood crushed in. Police cars surrounded the area, officers gesturing and shouting directions. What chilled her to the core, however, were the two lifeless figures covered with white sheets. Dark stains on the pavement marked where blood had pooled and dried. The scene made it painfully clear what had happened to the two figures on the ground. Addison felt her blood run cold. Her mind was a chaotic blur of pain, dizziness, and confusion. The sounds of screeching tires and distant voices filled her head, blending reality with memory, and distorting the line between what was real and what was imagined. It couldn't be Harvey. She couldn't recall how she managed to open the car door in her panic or how she found the strength to run toward the white sheet covering one of the bodies. Stumbling and unsteady, the short distance felt endless. She fell repeatedly, only to pick herself up again, the mud clinging to her clothes forgotten in her desperation. The only thought echoing in her mind was, That's not Harvey. Itcan'tbe Harvey. But in the end, her frantic efforts were in vain. She never got to hold his warm hands or lift the sheet to confirm her worst fear. A group of officers barred her from getting closer. No matter how much she pleaded, cried, or even collapsed to her knees, they refused to let her through, leaving her utterly helpless. ... As the car swerved violently in the present, Addison's mind replayed those haunting memories. She glanced at Lance sitting beside her, his face so strikingly similar to Harvey's that it almost glowed in the dim light. In her mind, Lance and Harvey became indistinguishable, their images blending into one. A surge of powerful emotions overwhelmed her, igniting a spark of determination. She couldn't let Harvey die again. Back then, Addison had been too late. If only she had arrived sooner, Harvey might still be alive. If she had been on time, they would have built the life they had dreamed of—married, sharing meals, shopping together, working on experiments just as they had in their school days, surrounded by a joy that words couldn't describe. They might even have had a child by now. Addison's eyelashes trembled. At that critical moment, that critical moment, only one thought consumed her mind—she wouldn't let Harvey die again.