Marcus rushed to the garage. Grabbing the keys to the Mustang he had been driving since his Porsche was still in the shop. The engine roared to life as only an American muscle car could. Shifting it into gear he flew out of the garage narrowly avoiding the guest cars parked around the circular drive. Reaching the highway he floored it willing to pay any ticket if he got to town faster.
He didn’t breathe easier until he pulled up along the curb outside Regina’s apartment complex. But now his heart was practically beating out of his chest. They were up there: Regina and the kids…his kids. He looked at his hands to see them shaking. His kids…
“Calm down,” Marcus gripped the steering wheel. “Calm down, jeez you don’t want to scare them.”
Taking a deep breath he finally climbed out of the c
