As the Mercedes rose above the barriers, it suddenly began rotating. The crane operator struggled to control the swinging vehicle, but it was already moving toward my house. I jumped away from the porch just before the car slammed into the wooden railing and support post. The terrible crash silenced everyone watching.
The porch was badly damaged, and Richard’s Mercedes was wrecked. My satisfaction disappeared instantly. Fletcher approached me and reminded me that he had warned me about the consequences. I wanted to blame Richard, but deep down, I knew my decision had helped create this disaster. Suddenly, the victory I imagined felt like a terrible mistake.
