116. The search

RYAN BURKE

I practically flew down the road incessantly without the certainty that I'll find her well. The damn phone rings so many times that I can't keep count. It rings eight times and goes to voicemail again.

"Hello, you've reached Doctor Foster, please leave your message after the beep."

I insist on calling again, the echoing sound as the phone rings is deafening.

"Come on, Morgana!" I speak nervously. "Come on, pick up!"

"Hello, you've reached Doctor Foster, please leave your message after the beep."

I slam both hands on the steering wheel in frustration.

I pray in my heart that she's just too tired to hear the phone ringing. In fact, the adrenaline pumping through me, boiling like lava, begs to all the gods that she's just asleep in our room.

I press down on the accelerator with a tight heart, thoughts that she might be in danger consume me entirely. I fear it might already be too late to reach her. Ronan's car is following me, I know it's him because I saw my mom getting into