Alexander
The steering wheel vibrates beneath my hands, not from the road… but from the tension I'm carrying. It wasn't a normal call, it wasn't Vanessa being Vanessa. It was… something else.
Her voice was uncontrolled. It lacked that calculated edge she always uses, that way she measures every word. No. This was raw. Disjointed. Broken. And that… isn't like her. I haven't seen much of her, but that agonizing voice rattled me.
I clench my jaw as I change lanes, ignoring a couple of horns around me. I'm not distracted, but I'm not fully present either.
My mind is still on that call. On that tone. On that ragged breathing that barely let me understand what she was saying.
"Come get me."
Nothing more, no explanations, no context. Just that… And she hung up. That's what's got me li
