(Ryan’s POV)
The rain continued to pour, streaking down the windshield as I maneuvered the car through the dimly lit streets. The rhythmic beat of the wipers was the only sound inside the vehicle, but the air was thick with unspoken tension.
I glanced at Ian from the corner of my eye. My younger brother sat stiffly in the passenger seat, his shoulders shaking ever so slightly. His hands were clenched into tight fists on his lap, his foot tapping restlessly against the floor. Ian was breaking, I could feel it.
But I myself wasn’t far from breaking either.
My grip on the steering wheel was tight, my pulse erratic. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs, the fear clawing at my chest. I wasn’t showing it, I never did but I was terrified.
Terrified of losing her.
I sucked in a breath
