Silence followed, save for the hum of the engine and the frantic pounding of his heart. His hands trembled against the wheel as he exhaled shakily, realizing just how close he had come to disaster. The streetlight pole stood barely two feet from his front bumper—had he not hit the snowbank first, he would have crashed headlong into it.
His breath came in ragged gasps as he turned to check on the rabbit. The bundle had shifted slightly but remained on the seat, undisturbed. It hadn’t reacted at all to the near collision, its tiny body still locked in that terrifying stillness.