Victor soon returned to his car that was parked a few blocks from Alex's office. he knew he couldn't risk get seen and the longer he hovered around the more dangerous it would be. but he wished he could have gotten even if it was just a glimpse of Alex. to see the man who had taken what mattered to him and ruined his life by locking him up in that hospital.
his hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The engine's low hum filled the silence inside the car, blending with the faint sound of sirens echoing in the distance. He could feel the weight of the night pressing down on him. it was thick, suffocating, and tense.
He had barely made it through the last police checkpoint. His forged ID had passed under tired eyes, and the officer hadn't looked twice at him. Luck. Sheer luck. He leaned back in the seat and exhaled shakily, watching the steam fog up the windshield.
