A week before my wedding, my fiancé's late wife's sister, who suffers from a severe storm phobia, ran my car off a bridge. She rammed into me eighteen times at eighty miles an hour. When my fiancé, Liam, arrived with the ambulance, I was being pulled from the wreckage. But he ran past me to the other car, a modified Hummer with just a dented bumper, and pulled the trembling girl, Chloe, into his arms. "Dr. Vance," one of the paramedics said, his voice urgent. "Your fiancée is in critical conditi