Following The Car
Mike gripped the steering wheel, eyes locked on the road ahead. ‘We’ve got to follow them, Em,’ he said, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
I nodded, clutching my seatbelt as he maneuvered through traffic. The car tailing ahead was our only lead, and every second counted.
I silently prayed we’d reach Sarah in time, before things spiraled any further out of control. It felt like a race against fate, fueled by urgency and hope.