My heart pounded as we rushed out of the apartment.
Ethan drove.
Marcus sat in the front passenger seat, calling everyone he knew in security and law enforcement.
I sat in the back, staring at my phone.
"Dad... please answer."
The call went straight to voicemail.
Again.
And again.
Nothing.
"He always answers," I whispered.
Marcus looked back at me.
"Keep trying."
"He might just be away from his phone."
But his expression told me he didn't believe his own words.
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The drive felt endless.
Every red light seemed determined to stop us.
Every slow-moving car felt like another obstacle between me and the truth.
Ethan tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
"We're almost there."
I looked out the window.
Dark clouds had gathered over the city.
Rain began falling in heavy
