The driver’s side roof was crushed inward.
The windshield was cracked.
And, somehow, the chair had landed at almost the exact same angle as the one that had hit my car earlier.
I stood there for a few seconds trying to understand what I was looking at.
Then Trevor looked up at his balcony.
His face went completely white.
I almost laughed.
But then I noticed something that made the whole situation even stranger.
There was nobody on the balcony.
I grabbed my jacket and went downstairs.
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