The moment the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, Samuel strode toward the parking lot, his jaw clenched. His thoughts raced as he pulled out his car keys and unlocked the car. Sliding into the driver's seat, he started the engine with a roar and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
As he pulled out of the parking space, Samuel's mind was a whirlwind. Zinnia's words replayed over and over: "Something happened to my father." The uncertainty gnawed at him.
He glanced at his phone, resting on the passenger seat, as he sped toward the hospital. A dozen thoughts crossed his mind. Should he call her? No, she was likely overwhelmed already. He'd only add to her stress. For now, all he could do was get there as fast as possible.
The city's streets blurred as he maneuvered through traffic, his focus razor-sharp. A red light forced him to stop, and he tapped his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel.
