CATHERINE
My grip on the steering wheel tightened until the skin on my knuckles ached and ashened. My heart was in my throat, threatening to spill over, a bead of sweat hanging low on my face, the salty smell mixed with adrenaline invading my senses.
My mind was a blur as I sped through the streets, violating every possible road law known to mankind. None of that mattered. I needed to get to Ellie.
The shooting was odd to my benefit.
I couldn’t remember how long I stayed crouched under my kitchen table, waiting for footsteps, for the intruders to step in and finish the job.
They never did. They didn’t come inside.
And when my brain finally ticked, I bolted out of the house without a second thought because if they found me, they would definitely go after her. My chest tightened pain
