DOMINIC
The drive to the cinema felt like a race against time.
My heart pounded, my thoughts a chaotic mess:
Was Harper still inside? Why wasn't she answering her phone? Was she scared? Who the hell started the fire, and why hadn't they put it out yet?
I forced a breath in, then out, trying to steady my nerves. It didn't help. I nearly ran a red light when my phone rang. Slamming on the brakes, I glanced at the screen.
Richard.
I answered immediately. "Did you find her?"
"No," he said, voice ragged. "They're not letting anyone in. The firefighters are blocking off all access—"
"Damn the firefighters," I snapped. "You'd better find a way inside because if anything happens to my wife…" I swallowed hard.
What would I do if something happened to Harper?
I'd never forgive myself. It would be my fault. I'd let her walk out of the house, trusting she'd be careful, that she'd update me like always. And she had, right up until the fire.
