The world stops the moment I see Fernando’s car hit. The sound isn’t just loud it tears through my chest. Metal screams, carbon shatters, and then there’s silence that feels heavier than the impact.

I’m already moving, feet pounding the gravel, the fence cutting my path from him like some cruel barrier. I grip the wire so hard my palms burn.

“Let me through! I can help!” My voice cracks, desperate, louder than I knew I could shout. The marshals turn, hesitation in their eyes, rules written in their stares.

But this isn’t about rules. This is about Fernando. About time slipping faster than it should.