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Zander

Breaking Every Limit

“IS THAT LILY? WHAT MOVIE THEATRE WERE you planning on going to with Sailor tonight?”

Lily cleared her throat. “Um, usually the polite etiquette when calling someone out of the blue is, ‘Hello, this is…’”

My fingers locked around my phone as I straddled my bike and prepared to fly out my garage. “Hello, this is Zander. Tell me where I can find Sailor.”

“What? Why? Has something happened?”

“What theatre, Lily?!”

“Um…uh, we’d agreed to go to the new complex just out of town. We said the eight fifteen showing of—”

I hung up, shoved my phone into my jeans pocket, then jammed the helmet on my head.

Gunning the engine, I roared out of the garage so fast I could’ve run over nosy Patricia and not known. Leaning into the corners, I drove far too fast, leaving a wake of deafening noise.

I’d dealt with all kinds of pressure in my profession. I’d learned how to compartmentalise emotion versus action and sometimes did my best work if something unforeseen happened in surgery.

But this was different.

This was her.

And I felt completely fucking helpless.

I second-guessed everything.

I should’ve replied as X when she messaged me asking for help.

I should’ve told her who I was so she felt safe to confide in Zander.

I should’ve done so goddamn many things, and now she was breaking on her own, and I wasn’t there, and fuck, I felt so responsible.

Streetlamps blurred past.

The bike vibrated beneath me.

I focused on one thing and one thing only, and that was finding Sailor before it was too late.

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