I barely remembered the drive. Just the red lights I hated, the hum of the tires under me, and my hands gripping the wheel until they hurt. One thought ran through my head on repeat: let him be okay.
I called his line once. Nothing. Again. Still nothing.
“Come on, Cade. Pick up.”
The car was too quiet except for the engine. I didn’t care that I’d left Zayne’s office without a word. There would be time for regret later, if Cade was still breathing.
Another red light. I didn’t stop. I blew through it and prayed I wouldn’t be a minute too late.
When I pulled into his driveway, I didn’t even close the door behind me. The front door was still open, the same way I’d left it. That scared me more than anything.
“Cade?”
No reply. I went straight to the bedroom.
He was on the floor beside th
