The night felt colder than it should, each breath Alex took fogging the air as he stepped out of the estate. The city lights blurred in the distance, but his focus was elsewhere, on the woman who had just walked out of his life.
His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly it hurt, but the ache was nothing compared to the hollow pit in his chest. He'd called Emma's phone at least a dozen times, each ring echoing in the silence of his car, but it always went unanswered.
"Damn it, Emma," he muttered, slamming his fist against the dashboard. The sound did little to drown out the voice in his head, the one whispering that he might already be too late.
He retraced every step she might have taken. The streets she walked, the turns she could have made - it all played out like a desperate map in his mind. But the city was vast, and the darkness seemed endless.
