Chantelle dreaded the thought of Daniel taking Kane—the only light in her life—as revenge.
She wasn't just losing her mind; her emotions were slipping too. Overwhelmed, her vision blurred.
No! She couldn't afford to break down now. Even if it cost her everything, she had to find Kane and bring him home.
Gritting her teeth, she tightened her grip on the steering wheel and pushed forward. But no matter how hard she tried, the storm inside her wouldn't disappear. Her breath came in shallow gasps, and she struggled to calm herself at this moment.
She gasped for air. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her face turned pale.
Chantelle's body weakened. Her car veered across the highway, narrowly missing other vehicles.
Just before she lost consciousness, her phone rang in her pocket.
With one hand on the wheel, she shakily reached for it. Her fingers fumbled as she struggled to unlock and answer the call.
Her vision was too blurry to see who was on the other end.
