Andre's POV
The accelerator beneath my foot might as well have been welded to the floor. My knuckles had turned white from gripping the steering wheel, the blood drained from my fingers completely. Each time I closed my eyes for even a split second, Meryl's broken expression haunted me. The way she looked when she revealed what Adelaide had done to her.
Road conditions meant nothing to me. The possibility of losing control and crashing didn't register in my mind. Nothing mattered except the burning fury coursing through my veins.
The old cottage came into view, and finding her proved almost insulting in its simplicity. The front door hung slightly ajar, barely secured. I stormed through the entrance to find Adelaide lounging across the bed as though she were enjoying some leisurely vacation, scrolling through her phone without a care in existence.
