HENRY POV
Dax slammed the car into drive, and we peeled out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. I barely had time to grab the door handle before he swung us onto the main road, weaving between slower cars with a precision that made me want to throw up. My knee bounced uncontrollably as I sat in the passenger seat, my fingers drumming against the side of my leg. I stared out the window, but everything blurred past in streaks of orange streetlights and shadowed buildings. My chest felt like it was tightening again, the anxiety choking me with every passing second.
“Henry,” Dax snapped, his eyes flicking toward me briefly before returning to the road. “Calm the f**k down.”
I glared at him. “Calm down? Maria’s God knows where, and we’re stuck piecing s**t together from a drunk Val
