I was woken by voices.

"Whoa, look at that white Cadillac!"

"Crazy, it's almost chasing the high-speed train!"

"What's going on, is some big shot chasing their wife?"

I followed their pointing fingers.

My heart skipped a beat.

I knew that car all too well.

It was Simon Howe’s.

At that moment, an unfamiliar local number called.

I answered.

I heard the wind howling and a man's shallow breathing.

He called my name, his voice raspy and strained.

"Belle.

"I miss you."

The roaring engine vibrated my eardrums, growing louder and louder.

"Have you lost your mind, Simon Howe?!

"What are you doing?!

"Do you want to die? Stop it!!!"...