He Saved Her While My Heart Stopped

Summary

We were both senior prototype evaluation drivers, and that morning out on the desert proving grounds, both of our test vehicles went down.

Her crossover took a bad roll into the gravel runoff, landing on its driver’s side. She crawled away with nothing more than a bruised shoulder and a camera-ready sheen of tears.

My sedan sat dead center on the sun-bleached asphalt, upright, pristine—and completely deadlocked.

When my husband, Logan Miller, our company’s Vice President of Vehicle Operations, came sprinting across the tarmac, he didn't even glance toward the black marks my tires had left.