LORENZO VINCENT
The moment I jumped into the car, I tossed my phone onto the dashboard where the GPS glowed like a lifeline. Then I slammed my foot on the gas, driving like a mad dog set loose in a storm.
One thought hammered in my head: I had to save Giulia. No matter what.
The cold night swallowed the road ahead, clouds rolling and rumbling as rain began to fall, thick and stormy.
I hated rain—always had since I was a kid. I never willingly stepped into it. But tonight wasn’t about me. Giulia was out there. And every second that passed without her was killing me.
I made a sharp turn through a narrow path, weaving through the bush, when something darted across the road. I swerved.
Bang!
The car jolted as it slammed into a rock. My head smashed hard against the steering wheel.
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