strongASHLEYstrongpbrpHis car isn't here.pHisem fcking emcar. Isn't. Here.pI scan the text message one more time. Maybe, just maybe, I read it wrong. That's possible, right This could all be...pemNope. emSure as fck, the text reads loud and clear.pbrpstrongSORRY BABE. I'm not feeling too good. I'm going to call it early and crash. Hope it's just a 24hr bug. -xoxostrongpbrpMy chest tightens as I look at his open garage, devoid of his silver BMW. The only thing I see is his little brother's Harley.pMy hands shake and my throat goes dry as I grab my bag and the chicken noodle soup I'd picked up on the way here.pMaybe there's a logical explanation for everything. Maybe his brother took his car out. emThe very car he lets no one drive...empPlacing one foot in front of the other, I slowly make my way to the front door as my head plays a volley of excuses on loop.pUnable to put off the inevitable, I lift my hand and knock, praying against all odds that my gut instinct is wrong.pemOne Mississi