When Riley reaches the car, he hesitates for a breath, his hand hovering over the handle as dread crawls up his spine.
For a heartbeat he cannot move, afraid of what waits inside, but the memory of Henry's voice... strained, almost breaking, pushes him forward. He yanks the door open without giving himself another second to think.
He freezes almost instantly.
Henry is in the back seat, his upper body bare. His skin is flushed and pale, from his face to his bare chest.
His trousers are on but the zipper is undone, fabric gaping just enough to make Riley's stomach twist. The sight locks every muscle in place.
Fear surges through him, sharp and immediate, blanking his mind. He cannot form a single clear thought.
