Miles’s POV
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as I sped through the streets, my heart pounding in my chest. My hands felt clammy, my mind clouded with fear. The call from Uncle and Aunt had sent a chill through my spine—Reynold had been in an accident.
I couldn’t breathe properly. I couldn’t think.
Traffic.
Damn it!
The cars ahead weren’t moving, and my patience was running thin. Every second wasted felt like a death sentence. I slammed my palm against the wheel, my pulse racing, then made a split-second decision—I couldn’t wait.
I pushed the door open and bolted out of the car, sprinting down the sidewalk. My lungs burned, but I kept running. If I had been in the Olympics, I might’ve won a gold medal.
By the time the hospital came into view, I was gasping for air. My legs f
