Giving in wasn't an option. She had to get out, to free herself from the seat belt that had saved her life, but that was now pressing her to her seat, trapping her inside the car that was now rapidly filling with water.
The lorry had come out of nowhere. The road had been dark, slippery, and she could have sworn that it had not been there when she had pulled out of the junction opposite the lake, but it had been and it had slammed into her like a giant sledgehammer. The car had spun round and round, her senses with it and the next thing she could remember was the feeling of cold, icy water climbing at her legs. It was now at her neck and as she grappled with the seat belt's clasp her fingers, her hands, her arms were all losing feeling. If she didn't get out in the next few seconds she would dro
Giving in wasn't an option.