The open road stretched before him, a blur as he raced towards Bella, his heart heavy with worry but filled with hope.
As he approached the square, he spotted Tristan standing by the curb. Theodore barely slowed down as Tristan hopped into the passenger seat. They sped off towards the countryside. Theodore's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched.
"The location was last pinged at an old house near the outskirts," Tristan said, breaking the silence. "I've sent the coordinates to your phone."
Theodore nodded, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "I'll get her back. No matter what it takes."
As he sped through the winding roads, Theodore's phone rang. His heart leaped with hope as he saw Bella's name flashing on the screen.
Pulling the car to the side, he answered the call, his voice filled with relief. "Bella! You finally called me," he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. "I was worried sick. I..."
