Kelvin glanced at the clock on his dashboard, his chest tightening as he watched the seconds slip away. Time seemed to be moving far too fast, yet he remained trapped in the suffocating grip of traffic.
His patience wore dangerously thin, and he pressed harder on the accelerator, weaving through the vehicles with a level of precision that bordered on recklessness.
Horns blared sharply behind him, and tires screeched harshly against the asphalt, but none of those sounds registered in his mind. At that moment, nothing else mattered except one thing… getting to her as quickly as possible.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he continuously reviewed the little information the caller had been able to give based on the condition.
