Chapter 11
“Hope is all we have in the darkness, and the idea of existing in a world where she doesn’t is not an option.”
The drive from my surveillance studio to Claire’s apartment takes what feels like an eternity.
Seconds turn into minutes as I keep looking from the road to the camera outside her bedroom.
Every moment that uncertainty hangs in the air, the more I spin out of control.
The streets pass in a blur as I push the limits of what this car can do until I enter the garage.
Throwing my car in park, I fly out of the driver’s seat and head for the stairwell.
My girl needs me, and I’ll be damned if I don’t come running.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I rush to be with her no matter what.
Finally, I find my way to her hallway, tuck my phone in my pocket, and pull out the spare key that I had made.
Unlocking the door, I throw it open, ready to face whatever it is.
I see her standing there without so much as a scratch, holding hands with the girl that I sent to protect her.
“Claire, you’re okay,” falls out of my mouth in both relief and shock as I watch her fall to her knees.