Pedro felt the ground slip beneath him as he read the message. His hands trembled as he typed a reply, asking for the name of the police station where the report had been filed. Within minutes, he had the address. Grabbing his keys, he locked the cart and rushed out.
The drive felt endless. His mind spiraled with every possible outcome—was she alive but hurt? Gone forever? He gripped the steering wheel, whispering prayers under his breath. Please let her be okay. Please let it not be her. The silence of the road was loud with dread.