Thirty-Six Hours To Save Her

ng, mournful shadows across the manicured lawn. Chloe had dropped Ethan off, barely giving

ing front door of the Davis residence. He f

ould even ring the bell. Her face, usually compo

s Chloe? Is everything alright? Did you... did you

ned. He was a man who valued order and control, and this elopement, e

cting to see Chloe, perhaps a new

th me," Ethan sa

"Not with you? What do you mean? W

f her usual imperious nature

," Ethan said vaguely.

s stepped forward. "What kin

hloe, even from her parents' well-meaning but often suffocating c

Of course. He' s always trouble. So, she ran off to him, is t

rm. "Eleanor, let the boy speak. Ethan, w

e' s death. He was standing in this very foyer. Eleanor Davis, her face ravaged by grief, screaming at him, blaming him. "Y

own his face, his shoulders slumped in utter devastat

, his own crushing guilt – it was so viv

but still whole, still unaware of th

t happen. He had to

, fueled by the remembered p

n said, his voice trembling slig

Robert stared at

"I' m leaving. I' m planning to study abroad.

not what they expected. This was not part of the

nto their well-ordered world.