The Chemistry of Dreams
The car hit the tree at thirty miles per hour. Julia remembered the sound—wood splitting, glass shattering, the terrible crunch of metal folding like paper. Then nothing. When she opened her eyes, she was lying on a hospital bed, staring at a water-stained ceiling, and her head felt like someone had taken a hammer to her skull. A nurse rushed in, called for a doctor, and within the hour, Julia...
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