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Eric’s felt a wave of unease crash over him. His grip on the phone tightened. “Linda, where are you?”
“I… I don’t know…” Her voice trembled, laced with fear and barely contained sobs. “Eric… I don’t know where I am. It’s dark, and-” A choked breath. “I’m scared!”
“Stay put! I’m coming. Quentin is searching too–just don’t move, do you hear me?”
After hanging up, he slammed his foot on the gas pedal, the engine roaring as he tore through the streets, heading straight for the west side of the city.
“Mr. Flynn!”
By the time Eric arrived, Quentin had already located Linda’s car. But something was wrong. The car door was wide open. And Linda was nowhere in sight.
Eric’s eyes scanned the dark surroundings, his pulse quickening. She wouldn’t have gone far. Maybe she stepped out for air and lost her way.
“We need to search the area,” Eric said, his voice firm. “She should be close by.”
Quentin nodded. “Understood. Mr. Flynn, let’s stay in contact.”
“Right.”
The road ahead was desolate, the darkness stretching endlessly. With barely any streetlights, Eric had to rely on his phone’s flashlight to cut through the thick shadows.
“Linda!” His voice echoed into the night. “It’s Eric! If you can hear me, answer me!”
He trudged forward, his footsteps crunching over the frozen ground. The further he went, the more
treacherous the mountain path became. The sleet stung his face, his visibility reduced to almost nothing.
Then–his phone buzzed. Quentin.
He quickly answered, “Hello?”
“Mr. Flynn, we found Miss Harris. She’s injured, but-” A brief hesitation. “She refuses to come with me. She
won’t budge. We need you here.”
Eric exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple.
“Where are you? I’ll be there–hold on.”
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Just as the call ended, his phone rang again. Another call?
A sharp gust of wind suddenly blew past him, carrying ice and snowflakes straight into his eyes. He wires. instinctively squeezing them shut
His footing slipped. The phone new from his grasp, crashing against the frozen earth.
Eric’s breath caught as he watched its light flicker a few feet away. It was still finging
Who could it be?
Hadley?
the ice just inches away from it but the phone was still out
under his breath, frustration curling in his gut. But then, the phone lit up
once more.
his ribs. His mind raced. Was
him, if she was
clenched at the thought.
lunged forward, stretching his arm as far as it could go. But then, the
lurched downward, his feet desperately scrambling for purchase, but the loose, icy soil provided nothing
and he tumbled down
between sleep and wakefulness when the sharp trill of her ringtone shattered the
silence.
be calling at
Joy?
the dim glow of the screen, she glanced at the caller ID. Phillips?
exhausting chaos of
bubbling in her chest, she sighed and swiped to answer. “Yes, what is
“Hadley!”
voice was urgent–too urgent. The tension in his tone hit her before his words did. “Mr. Flynn is injured–it’s bad. He’s being rushed to the hospital. I’m on my way to pick you
dead before
frozen, the phone still pressed to her ear.
was supposed to be out looking for Linda. How could he be injured? And seriously injured? Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the
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the covers and shot out
her clothes. By the time she reached the staircase, a pair of headlights flashed through
to the hospital
Ernest had already gotten there,
tight. She rushed toward him, her
worry,” Ernest said with a sigh. “The doctors did
exhaled, nodding slightly. “Oh…”
comfort her. Not life–threatening? That was
of his injuries? Broken
she could ask, the door to the trauma center swung open, and a doctor stepped out. Ernest was on his feet in an instant. “How is my
be taken to the operating room immediately. His injuries
the trauma center can handle.”
force press
wasted no time. His jaw tightened, his decision immediate. “Understood. I’ll sign the
you do
do our best,
and Eric was wheeled out of the trauma room and straight into the
hollow feeling settled in her stomach as she and Ernest found themselves
breaking the silence. He reached out
be afraid.” His voice was calm, unwavering. “Eric will be fine. The doctor said his injuries aren’t critical.”
throat dry. “I know, Ernest,” she murmured. Her hands were tightly clasped in her
let anything happen to his brother. He had the resources, the best doctors, modern medicine–Eric would
felt like an eternity,
scanning the room, but Hadley quickly realized–he hadn’t come just for Eric.
was here too.
seemed to read the situation instantly. He stood, straightening his coat. “Hadley, I’ll leave Eric
his gaze, hesitating for only a fraction of a
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