Chasing Forever

Chapter Three

Merritt

M y stomach churned as I pressed harder on the accelerator, urging my car to go faster. My fingers clenched the steering wheel so tight the leather creaked beneath my grip. My eyes darted to my ring finger as I turned the wheel, caught off guard once again by how light my left hand felt without the piece of jewelry that had been more of an albatross than a symbol of love. It had been two months since I took that ring off, and as much as I loved being free of the shackles it represented, I was still getting used to it.

I pushed away thoughts of the obnoxiously large diamond I’d never really liked and focused on the here and now. I’d been in a state of panic since getting the call that my brother was in the hospital due to a drug overdose.