KAYLEE
The drive to Caleb’s house felt like forever. Several times I bit my tongue and barely held back the need to shout at the cab driver to drive faster. Or the urge to just jump out of the cab and run the rest of the way when we got stuck in traffic. My hand gripped the door handle so tightly that my knuckles turned white.
Beside me, Rizalina watched me with a concerned look, but she kept her mouth shut. She’d wanted us to call and wait for the police, but if Caleb had my son, I wasn’t waiting.
The sun was still hovering over the horizon, casting the streets in a haze of warm red and orange. Normally, I would admire the play of light on the buildings and how they turned boring, stoic buildings into works of art, but today I barely registered any of it. Everything seemed gray and co
