187. The Absence That Doesn’t Make SenseRoman

He doesn’t feel panic. Not the kind people expect. There’s no shouting. No wild swerving. No frantic calls to everyone he knows.

What settles in instead is something colder. Quieter.

The whole thing feels… wrong.

His hands grip the steering wheel tighter than necessary as he drives, the city blurring past him in streaks of red and white lights. His foot presses harder on the accelerator, but his mind… his mind is moving slower than ...