The argument with Rafe had been brutal. His sharp words pierced through you like daggers, and you weren’t innocent either, firing back with every ounce of anger you had. “I’m done, Rafe!” you yelled, storming out of Tannyhill. “You can’t just walk out like this!” he called after you, but you didn’t turn around.

The slamming door reverberated through the house, leaving him standing there, jaw tight, hands clenched into fists.

rafe went upstairs in his room, staring out his window, his curiosity got the better of him, and he watched as you stormed down the driveway, your arms wrapped around yourself.

You didn’t notice the dark SUV parked just down the street, but rafe did. He frowned as the brake lights flickered off, and the car began to creep forward. Something didn’t sit right. “What the hell…?” he muttered to himself, leaning closer to the glass.

The next morning, rafe couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. You hadn’t come back, and you had barely said a word about where you might’ve gone. Riding his motorcycle through the quiet roads around Tannyhill, he kept scanning the area for any sign of you. That’s when he saw it—a small glint in the dirt along the roadside. Pulling over, he crouched down and picked up your bracelet, the one he’d seen you wear every day. “Shit,” he whispered, running his thumb over the charm. A knot formed in his chest, tightening with every second he stared at it.

He looked around, scanning the quiet street for anything out of place. Then, it hit him—the SUV. The one he’d seen creeping toward you last night. His heart sank as realization set in. “No, no, no…” he muttered under his breath, his grip on the bracelet tightening. Kicking his motorcycle into gear, rafe sped off back toward Tannyhill. He had to find you. Whatever argument happened before didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was getting you back.