David
I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white, my foot pressing the gas harder than necessary as the city blurred past us. Laura sat beside me, stiff and silent, her arms crossed in defiance, her gaze fixed out the window like she couldn’t stand the sight of me. The air in the car was thick—too much unsaid, too much burning beneath the surface.
My mind kept playing the past twenty-four hours on a vicious loop.
Daniel had shown up at my penthouse last night, wanting to drink, whining about Emma, his precious wife, moving to New York and bringing up some nonsense about her hating his beard. I barely listened. The only part I focused on was that Emma was with Laura in Chicago for a homecoming event.
Chicago.
That damn city had swallowed Laura whole, taken her away f
