As the dawn crept across the sky, painting it with hues of orange and pink, Norah's heart raced against time. The urgency was palpable in the tight grip she had on her steering wheel, her mind a tumult of worry for Kason.

The GPS coordinates on her phone had directed her to a remote location, a solid half-hour's drive from where she had been, and the uncertainty of what awaited her there gnawed at her nerves.

Kason's recent injury, his right hand still in the throes of recovery, added layers of anxiety to her already frantic thoughts. What if he was in danger? What if he needed help?