Gemotions

He had to get to her. He had to. He’d promised. The keys were in the ignition, the engine purring—a false comfort. Then, the grinding. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw clenching. He leaped out, heart hammering against his ribs. The tow truck was already halfway up the street, the car rising like a captive bird. He sprinted, yelling, a sound lost in the morning rush. Tears stung his eyes, blurring the edges of the nightmare unfolding before him. It couldn't be happening. Not today. Not when she needed him.