Chapter Fifty-Five Max
Chapter Fifty-Five
Max
I pump my arms and legs, pushing them to the limit, willing them to move faster as I bolt down the sidewalk.
I have to get to her.
I left Anna inside. She’ll be okay for now—I hope she’ll be okay. I told her to stay, to wait. That I’ll explain everything once I’m back.
I grabbed the first clothes I could find, shoved my feet into the nearest pair of trainers, and ran.
I stood there and watched the woman I love walk out of my life without trying to stop her.
I can’t lose her. Not like this.
I won’t.
Wet fabric clings to my skin as I run, blood pounding in my ears, breathing rough as I try, try to catch up to her.
My eyes scan the road. There are cars bloody everywhere. She could be in any one of them.
“TAXI!” I shout, flinging my hand in the air. “TAXI!”
Nothing.
Horns blare around me.
It’s useless.
I can’t stop.
My body screams, every joint protesting as I sprint, weaving through clusters of people. Strangers call out to me, point, laugh, wolf-whistle—but I don’t stop.
I’m chasing one of the few things that’s ever truly mattered.
She needs you. Gemma’s words replay in my head, her voice like a shot of adrenaline, fueling me.
I’m exhausted. Shaking. Tired. I’m fucking crying and not even trying to hide it.
But all I can see is my beautiful girl’s face. That haunted look in her eyes. How gutted she was.
And I’d give anything to erase it.
I’ll run all damn night if I have to.