Dawn
The heavy feeling won’t leave my chest. Something is just bound to go wrong. We are yet to reach it, and with each passing moment, I grow more anxious and angsty.
“What’s going on? You keep tapping your foot,” Vincent asks, concern itching in his voice.
“Oh,” I stop the action, realizing that I am doing it now that he spoke about it.
“You keep biting your lips, too; tell me what’s gotten you worked up?” He asks before his eyes fall back on the road.
“It’s just that Reed can’t track where Tara is. What if we don’t find her?” I bite my lower lip a little harder.
“We will find her.” He says, leaving no space for doubts.
We just have to find her. She is our only hope at this point. Without her, we won’t be able to find the evidence we need. Gosh, did I make a mistake by not
