"Don't leave her side, Helga," Aron said, his voice firm even though his mind was spinning. "I'm coming. I'll be there as fast as I can."
Without waiting for a response, Aron hung up, his jaw clenched, eyes focused ahead. He pushed the car faster, weaving through traffic like a man possessed. His thoughts swirled—what had triggered this? What had sent Esme spiraling back into that state?
Whatever it was, Aron knew one thing for sure—he couldn't lose her. Not again. Not this time.
As soon as Aron reached the towering office building, he didn't waste a second. He swerved onto the sidewalk, startling pedestrians who scrambled out of his way. He honked furiously, clearing the path as he drove right into the public hall of the Aron building, tires screeching against the polished floor. The sound echoed, and all eyes turned to him in shock and confusion.
