ELARA~
I had been driving for about two hours already. The road sign indicated I only had a hundred kilometers left to Redid.
I glanced at the rear-view mirror again. The same black vehicle had been tailing me ever since I stormed out of my father's driveway, leaving behind Sydney's stinging handprint on my jaw and a gunshot ringing in the afternoon air.
I leaned back into my seat as I passed the seventy-kilometer mark.
Seriously, what am I doing? I thought, my hands gripping the steering wheel.
I was driving back to the woman who had practically ruined me—the woman who had lied to me for months, and exposed every single corruption that had been eating me dry. Would I have felt any different if there were no feelings involved?
Probably. But the cold truth was that I still loved her. And now she was on the verge of death.
As I passed the thirty-kilometer sign, the dashboard radio chimed.
