Remy
My heart is in my throat as my gaze travels up and down Porter Pike. Steele warned us that Tatum had wrecked, but she couldn't say where she was, and she couldn't get loose from the confines of her seat belt. It jammed, and if I know my girl she's mad as hell.
Drew's driving as carefully as possible, but I know he's dying, wanting to speed up and down the roads, to get to her as quickly as possible.
Coming out of a straight-stretch, I look to the right, noticing an SUV rolled over on it's top. “That's Tatum." I point, knowing with everything I am, that it is her.
We get as close as we can, bailing out our doors, sliding and slipping as the sleet continues to come down. Making our way over to her, we yell for her. “Tatum!"
“I'm okay!" Her voice is a balm to my soul, the best sound
