Chapter 12 Into The Fire

Celeste’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, her knuckles paling from the grip. The city blurred past her in streaks of gold and red, streetlights flickering like silent witnesses to her unraveling. Each mile stretched unbearably, lengthening the anticipation winding tighter in her chest. She had told herself she wouldn’t come, that she could ignore him, ignore the pull. But here she was.