Chapter 5

Michael stood at the door, wearing the same hiking gear as yesterday. His hair was damp with sweat, plastered to his forehead. Before I could speak, he scanned the room, his expression turning icy in an instant. “Emerson, haven't you had enough of this?” he snapped. “Where’s Alanna?”

Linda followed closely behind, joining the accusations. “Noe saw the hospital address you posted—he really thought something had happened to Alanna. We drove back as fast as we could and almost crashed on the way!” She turned to Michael, adding, “I told you she was bluffing.”

So they could speed to the…