Jack sat in his sister"s car with his hands on the steering wheel, trying to subdue the tension that threatened to squeeze his lungs until they burst. Somehow, despite herculean attempts to be positive, he had come to believe that he would never see Anna again. That left him feeling dead inside.
Clenching his teeth, Jack stared down into his lap. He shook his head. “Damn you, Pennfield!” he shouted in a rasp. “If you hurt that girl, I swear to God I"ll dedicate every waking second to taking you down!”
Through the windshield, he saw an ordinary suburban street with cars parked along the curb and kids shuffling about in the middle of the road, eating popsicles. Hundreds of people might be dead in a few hours; how could everything look so normal?
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