Panicking, Chloe grabbed her keys and scrambled into her car, slamming the door against the torrential rain. She threw the vehicle into drive and sped down the street, heading in the direction Max had fled. The conditions were treacherous. The thick downpour hammered the roof, and even with her windshield wipers thrashing at full speed, she could barely see two feet in front of her hood.
She drove for blocks, her eyes scanning the dark, flooded sidewalks, but the streets were entirely empty. A heavy wave of despair crashed over her. She had lost him again. Sitting at a dark intersection, wiping a tear from her cheek, a sudden thought struck her.
Max wasn’t running randomly. If he was trying to return to his old life, he would head straight back to the gritty, industrial district where she had found him two weeks ago. Clutching the steering wheel tightly, she pressed the gas pedal and headed directly toward the city center, praying she wasn’t too late.