Until a ping rings out from where my phone sits on the table. A new alert.
Front Door Open
“The condo!” I leap out of the chair and take off at a run with Chris shouting questions behind me. I hardly hear him. She must have somehow convinced him to take her there, knowing I would find out. Either that or this is the way he planned it all along.
He wants me to watch him hurt her in the one place she was supposed to be safe. Just like he was supposed to be safe that night when I showed up.
“The condo!” I shout to anybody who can hear me. I don’t know if they understand what I mean, but I don’t care. All I care about is the motorcycle sitting outside, waiting for me. The truck won’t do right now—I can cut in and out of traffic much quicker with this. It would take ninety minutes to get to the condo if I drove four wheels. On two? I can make it in half the time.
And I need to be even quicker than that. Every minute she’s with him is a minute she could be hurting, and it’s all because of me. If we both live through this, I’ll never stop trying to make it up to her.
That’s the last thought I have before tearing down the driveway, wind rushing in my ears.
Hold on, Mia. I’m coming.