LEONARD’S POV:

I placed my hand gently on Evelyn’s thigh, tapping lightly to assure her. “It’s going to be alright,” I said softly.

But my words did little to comfort her. Tears spilled down her cheeks, her voice cracking as she sobbed, “I don’t want anything to happen to him.”

Her tears hit me hard, slicing through my chest like a blade. I wanted so badly to stop and comfort her fully, but I couldn’t. I had to focus on driving. Mr. Wyatt needed immediate attention, and every second felt critical.

I pressed harder on the accelerator, the car speeding through the streets as tension hung thick in the air....