Seth’s POV
I’m not sure what demon possesses me when I storm out of the house and get in my car, but it’s definitely not something sane and holy. I can almost feel it crawl under my skin, clawing at whatever covers were keeping me together right now. There’s nothing coherent going on in my head. I’m angry and terrified at the same time. After my driver told me she didn’t show up to be picked up after her shift was over, I did whatever a good husband would do. I assumed that it was another late shift and I simply could not control such emergency occurrences. I was relaxed, I was calm, I was content. But when her name pops up much later on my phone notifications and I see a blurry picture of her standing next to Polly, that- all that calmness I had within in- vanished almost instantly. My m
