Caden was trembling as he drove, so shaken he could hardly keep his eyes focused enough to drive in the lines on Highway 24. His emotion was rising to the point of near-incapacitation, and his breathing was alternating between coming out too fast and not coming out at all. He wanted to hit something. He wanted to cry. So he did both.
Punching his steering wheel hard enough to make his knuckle crack open, Caden jerked the now-bloodied steering wheel to the right and pulled his Jeep over to the side of the road. Helplessly, he slumped over as his lungs began to fail him. He could feel water filling his eyes, even if he was determined not to blink so he wouldn’t let it fall; but after the image of the scars he had seen on Kyla’s body flashed through his mind again, he couldn’t stop it.
Tears streamed down his face as he slammed his eyes closed, wanting the image to disappear, wanting this all to go away or at least to understand. Caden gripped the steering wheel as if it were the only way for him to hold to his sanity. He didn’t even notice the blood that dripped down the back of his hand. He couldn’t feel anything anymore but this sickening, helpless pain that was suffocating him now over the only girl he had ever loved.
“Oh, God…” Caden breathed out loud.
What was happening to her?
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