Martin furrowed his brows tightly, battling the sliver of concern for Regina that gnawed at his heart.
This was supposed to be a game.
Maybe Waldo hadn't fallen too deep yet — but Martin?
He had no right to step into this mess.
He pressed his foot harder against the gas pedal. The car surged forward faster and faster, yet no matter how wildly he sped through the night, it did nothing to chase away the storm of agitation roiling inside him.
If anything, the worry only grew heavier, thicker, until it was suffocating.
A sharp, screeching noise — "Screeeech——" — tore through the silent night as Martin slammed on the brakes without warning.
Behind him, a chain of honking and the violent sounds of collisions followed — cars crashing into one another in the sudden chaos.
Angry shouts erupted into the night air, a cacophony of curses and horn blasts.
But Martin didn't spare them a glance.
His hand, trembling slightly, pulled out his phone and swiftly dialed a number.
