Page 217 of Micah
“Shit. Lightning hit the main tower. Thought you knew.”
His voice is clipped.
“Utility crews are working on it.”
Fucking hell.
Of all the days...
“Lots of service issues for the last couple hours.”
Everything clicks into place.
The failed texts.
The missed call.
Her phone.
She tried.
I know she fucking tried.
And I wasn't there.
The steering wheel groans beneath my grip.
“Meet me there.”
“We're already rolling,” Benji says.
“I'll be two minutes behind you.”
“I'll beat you both,” Sawyer growls.
I hang up.
No more talking.
Only driving.
The truck fishtails as I hit the ranch road.
Too fast.
Doesn't matter.
Every second stretches into eternity.
My mind runs scenarios.
Entrances.
Exits.
Weapons.
Civilian casualties.
