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Cara pulled out of her parking spot and felt a sickening thud against her car’s rear bumper. She yelped and slammed on the brakes. Her head whipped forward, then flew back. Her fingernails dug into the vinyl on the steering wheel and a heavy weight sank to the bottom of her stomach. Her heart stopped, then took off at a gallop.
In the rearview mirror, she saw the face of a teenage boy, about her age. She had no idea where he’d come from. Twisting around, she got a better view of the guy through the back window. Sky-blue eyes stared back at her.
She thanked God he was standing. Her trembling hand fumbled with the gearshift until she managed to put the car in park. She left the motor running, stepped out, and drew in a strained breath of seaweed-scented air.
Inching over to the stranger, she saw that—by some miracle—he stood straight, apparently unaffected by the impact of her Honda Civic.
"I’m so sorry," she said, shaking inside and out. "Should I call 9-1-1? Are you hurt?" Her cheeks flamed.
"No, you just tapped me," he said, his voice deep and melodic. "I’m fine."
