Chapter 75 The Message

• Christian gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, the leather groaning beneath the pressure of his fists. His jaw was set, locked so tight it ached, and his eyes were fixed on the road ahead though he barely registered the blur of city lights streaming past the windshield. The hum of the engine, the rhythmic swipe of the wipers, the glow of traffic it all faded into the background.
• Because Rose was missing.
• She had left to run a quick errand. Something so ordinary. A grocery run. Fifteen minutes, she’d said with a soft smile, her hand brushing Ella’s curls before walking out the door.