She wasn't alone anymore

The rain was coming down in lashings, sluicing down so hard that it was almost impossible to see the road. 

But Damon Wright didn't slow down. 

He looked at the red dot on his tracking app and pressed his foot down on the accelerator. 

When he was close, he abandoned the car, not even bothering to close the car door as he ran into the darkness. 

It didn't matter if the water got in and ruined the car. 

What mattered was Sienna. 

His wife of three years. 

Looking wildly around he tried to get his bearings when he heard voices and saw the headlights from a stationary car. 

Damon started running. 

His leather shoes slipped in the mud and flecks of mud and dirty water landed on his designer suit. 

He didn't even notice. 

What he heard first was a familiar voice. 

High pitched. Nasal. 

"Since he gave one to me, you shouldn't wear yours any longer. It's not like you're special or anything."