As he crawled through the blizzard, the rabbit stirred slightly, shifting on the seat. His heart lurched. If it tumbled off, the shock alone might do more harm in its fragile state. He took his right hand off the wheel for just a second, reaching to steady the bundle. But in that instant, the truck hit a patch of ice.
The world tilted. The tires lost their grip, and the truck skidded violently to the side, the rear fishtailing with terrifying speed. Allan’s stomach dropped as the headlights caught a glimpse of a streetlight pole looming ahead, growing larger by the second.