The Race to the Cabin
The hours that followed were a blur. Robert’s hands shook as he grabbed his keys, jumped into his truck, and sped toward the cabin. The fear that gripped him was almost tangible. Each passing mile only deepened his sense of dread, and every minute that ticked by felt like a century.
As he sped through the quiet, winding roads, Robert could feel the pressure building inside him. His mind flashed to the worst-case scenario. What if something had happened to Emma? What if his worst fears were coming true? The mere thought was enough to drive him to the edge of madness. But he had to stay calm. For Emma. He needed to be there.
At the same time, he called the local sheriff’s office, desperately seeking information. What had happened at the cabin? Why hadn’t anyone called him sooner? The operator’s calm voice barely masked the tension that lay just beneath the surface.
“We’re dispatching a deputy now. Officers will be there within twenty minutes. Sir, how far out are you?”
