Ethan POV

The rain hammered against my windshield like a thousand tiny fists, the wipers struggling to keep up. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles pale under the dim glow of the dashboard. Midnight traffic was sparse, just the occasional pair of headlights cutting through the storm. My mind was miles away, tangled in the web of bad news that had just detonated my night.

The phone buzzed in the cup holder again. I shouldn’t have picked up while driving, but I did. One ...