God fucking damn it! My foot never left the gas the whole drive. I ran stop signs and red lights, not letting anything get in my way. A cop flashed on his lights and started to chase me. I didn’t have time for this right now. I hauled ass in my Ferrari until he bit the dust. He would call for back up eventually and they would all be looking for my plates, but I’d be long gone by then. I had to get to my wife. This couldn’t be happening. Why was this happening? Was she okay? She better be okay. I’ll fucking kill myself if she’s not. I called Mike when I was twenty minutes away. “Is she okay? What do you know? What’s going on? Is Skye okay?” Normally, Mike would snap at me for talking too fast but he didn’t do that now. “They took her to surgery.
