Chapter 179

• Henry
• I pressed the accelerator down hard. The warehouse was still miles away, but every second felt like hell. My mind kept painting pictures I didn’t want to see: Sienna’s face twisted in pain, Celeste frightened and alone, crying for a father who wasn’t there.
• Even Amelia. As wicked as she had proven herself to be, she was still someone I had held as a baby. Someone I had stayed up at night worrying about. That thought made me feel sick with anger.