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As Shea’s motorcycle roared along the highway behind the ambulance, the darkness inside her rose once again, a miasma of guilt, anger, and hopelessness. Her chest felt squeezed as if by a giant hand.
Please don’t leave me, Jessica. I don’t deserve you, but you shouldn’t be the one to pay the price. Why wasn’t I there? Why didn’t I tell you every minute of the day how much you mean to me? Why did I let myself get distracted by all this biker nonsense? Oh God, please don’t die!
As an oncoming semi barreled toward them on the highway, Shea was tempted to swerve into its path. Rios’ll have one less CI to push around. The bike drifted toward the centerline. The distance between them narrowed. The truck blared its air horn. She ignored it.
A single thought pulled her back into her lane. W
