Zayne’s POV

A father’s worst fear isn’t losing his son it’s realizing he’s chasing ghosts.

The road stretched endlessly ahead, black and empty except for the dying light bleeding across the horizon.

Luca’s SUV hummed beneath my hands, the steering wheel slick with sweat. Every passing mile felt heavier, as if the air itself was thick with my father’s shadow.

“Five minutes out,” Luca said from the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the GPS. “The Escalade’s still stationary. No ...