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If he finds her before I do...
"Please," I whisper into the darkness, praying to a god I've never believed in.
"Please let me find her first."
I pull up to the first gas station, next to a small park between two-storied buildings.
My heart hammers in my chest as I scan the area, searching for any sign of her.
The cold wind bites at my skin, but it's nothing compared to the icy terror that grips me.
"Hey!" I shout at a gas station attendant, desperation lacing my voice.
"Have you seen this woman?" I show him a photo on my phone.
"Or did a red Corolla stop by here?"
On receiving a negative response, I stalk through the parking lot, muscles tense and ready for action.
On no sign of the car, I continue driving.
I'm so confused.
Each station, each café, each bus stop.
She's missing.
I scour and scour and scour.
No clue of where she is.
After hours of driving around aimlessly, I know I need to go back.
I need to strategize and come up with a solid plan.
One that has a clear path on how I can find her, and keep her safe.
If she wanted freedom, away from this life, I could have set her up for it.
All she had to do was ask.
I would have given her all the money in the world, fake IDs, a one-way ticket to the Bahamas.
All she had to do was confide.
On the drive back to Frankie's cabin, I blame myself.
How did I fail her so badly that she had to take such matters into her own hands?
Did she not trust me?
Damn it.
My heart races.
What if Damon found her?
What if he found the weapon he was searching for in his relentless pursuit for revenge?
