Jonathan and Jennifer had been arguing since leaving a dinner party, he hadn't wanted to go in in the first place and wanted to stay home to watch a football game with Max after a long week and a merger he'd worked so hard for had fallen apart and he was incredibly frustrated and so when She had dragged him, he'd pouted and basically ignored everyone at the party except for a few people and She was appalled by his behavior, he never acted like this and when he'd dragged her out the door right after dinner, she didn't even have time to make apologies for their abrupt departure or his behavior.
When they got to the car and began arguing, he said he didn't want to go and he was sick of her making him come to all these social dinners, that she should exert enough of her own independence and go without him, he worked hard all week and didn't want to be to be disturbed. When she reeled back in horror at the implication she didn't work her ass off at her writing career, he immediately apologized and said he was just tired, not just from work but from everything except her and he needed a break, he picked up her hand to kiss it and in doing so, took his eyes off the road, she said she understood and she would make sure that not to accept as many of these social dinners as before, she turned to look out the windshield in time to see a car's bright lights coming toward them, Jennifer screamed and When Jonathan finally looked out the windshield, it was too late, the impact of the other car sent them into a 360 degree spin then shot forward down an embankment, and began to flip over, time stood still, and in that moment all she could hear was screeching tires and crunching noises. There were no noises from Jonathan, she wasn't even sure if he was still in the front seat or if he had been thrown into the backseat and she was sure that she would be thrown through the windshield or the passenger's side door, in fact she was hitting her head so hard of the roof of the car she was positive she'd have brain damage, Finally after what seemed like hours which were in fact minutes, the car stopped rolling and came to an abrupt stop.
Jennifer was shaking and crying, unable to move or speak, her legs pinned against the dashboard and when a person knocked on the window to check on them, she couldn't turn her head, the only thing she could do was roll down the windows and beg for help, her mind not even concerned about Jonathan, the person promised to return with help and that if she could stay conscious, she'd have a much better chance of survival because she clearly had a head injury.
She wondered how could she keep herself awake, she was so tired and wanted to give in to the darkness, she tried to think of an article she'd written, conversations she'd had with both Max and Jonathan, even her Pa but her mind and body was insisting she give in and slip into the darkness.
Suddenly she felt someone grab her hand and squeeze, she knew it was Jonathan but she was fading and couldn't squeeze back. Everything faded into that blackness.
She felt someone pull her out through the window and lay her on the grass, which was wet and muddy, she wasn't sure how though.
"Miss, Can you tell me your name?" a voice called
"Jennifer," She whispered her eyes closed tightly
"We're going to get you set up with an ambulance, then work on getting your baby out of the backseat,"
"What Baby? I don't have a baby, my husband was driving," Jennifer couldn't find the strength to even lift her eyelids
"Miss, there was only two people in the car, a child and yourself,"
"Here, I found her ID in her purse behind the door," Another voice said, "Jennifer Watson,"
"My last name is Hart," Jennifer protested weakly
It had to be a case of mistaken identity …or was it?
