GELLER'S POV
I wanted to make the car fly, to close the distance as fast as possible, but I couldn’t. The road was littered with debris from the tornado: fallen branches, shattered glass, and pieces of twisted metal forced me to slow down. Every second felt like an eternity.
I glanced at Dad, watching him squirm uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes darting anxiously toward the road ahead. He was worried—terrified—about whether his princess was alright.
What surprised me, though, was realizing that I was just as worried as he was. The thought of anything happening to Emory gnawed at me, tightening my chest with every passing moment.
"Damn it," Dad cursed, jabbing at his phone with growing frustration. "There’s no service."
"Cell towers must have been knocked down," I said, trying to kee
