He swiped the green icon and placed the phone against his ears.
“Aidan,” Maisie’s tearful voice came through the speaker.
Aidan felt his heart skip a beat before falling to his stomach. He cared about nothing else, not even the old man behind him who was watching his every move.
Aidan immediately got into the car, connected the phone to the car’s Bluetooth, and sped back into the city.
“Maisie, are you there?” he asked anxiously, his hand clenching the steering wheel until the veins began peeking out and his hands turned white.
“Yes, I am,” she answered and sniffed.
“What happened? Are you hurt?” he asked as he took a sharp turn.
“No,” she responded and sniffed.
Aidan finally let the breath he didn’t know he was holding out.
“What’s wrong?” He asked calmly this time, but he st
