“Please don’t leave me. Please hold on. I’m coming. I’m coming, baby. Please…”
Christopher foot crushed the gas pedal as The speedometer shot past ninety. The trees on either side of the road blurred into nothing, just streaks of dark green and black.
His hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly that every bone in his fingers ached. His knuckles turned ghost-white. Veins bulged up his forearms.
His whole body was locked in tension. Muscles rigid. Jaw clenched so tight it made his ears ring. He hadn’t blinked in miles. Couldn’t. If he took his eyes off the road for even a second, the world might collapse.
No sirens behind him. No lights. No backup. No police.
Just him.
Alone.
But that didn’t matter.
He had his gun.
He had rage.
“Don’t leave me,” he whispered again, but this
