Michael's Pov
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
I pressed them against my legs, trying to keep them steady, but it was useless. Every nerve in my body was wired with fear; my thoughts were spinning out of control as Tyler sped down the darkened streets.
I could see the dashboard clock from the corner of my eyes, and each minute that went by felt like a countdown to something I didn’t want to imagine.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and every horrible scenario played out in my mind, each one worse than the last.
What if she was hurt? What if she was scared, crying out for help, and I wasn’t there? The thought of her in pain, of her needing me and me not being able to reach her, was enough to make me feel like I was being torn apart from the inside.
I looked over at Tyler, his faci
