For a moment the world outside his car disappeared.
Adrian didn’t remember ending the call.
He didn’t remember pulling out of the parking lot.
He only remembered driving—too fast, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned pale.
His heart tried to invent explanations.
Maybe she fell.
Maybe she slipped in the bathroom.
Maybe it was a sudden illness.
Anything except the fear already rising in his chest.
The Daughter Who Used to Run to the Door