The car sped through the dark night, its headlights cutting through the inky blackness like twin beams of determination. Inside, Mark gripped the wheel, his knuckles whitening with each turn of the winding road. Raindrops danced on the windshield, a rhythmic drumming that mirrored the urgency in his veins.

Beside him, Emily sat tense, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. They were racing against time, the urgency palpable. Mark's mind replayed the phone call he had received—an unexpected twist of fate that...