Jason’s lunch invitation was the furthest thing from my mind as I tore out of the meeting hall and climbed into my car. My hands shook as I gripped the steering wheel, my wolf pacing anxiously in my chest.
Nora was missing.
The words kept repeating in my head, over and over, like a broken record. My daughter was missing, and I had no idea where she was or what had happened to her.
I pressed down harder on the gas pedal, watching the speedometer climb. The other cars on the road blurred past me as I wove through traffic, ignoring the angry honks and shouts from other drivers.
“Please be okay,” I thought, my knuckles turning white around the wheel. “Please, please be okay.”
The drive home took fifteen minutes, but felt like fifteen hours. The entire way, I kept thinking b
