The charcoal-gray SUV roared to life, its engine purring with a power that felt more like a predatory beast than a machine. Ryan gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the glowing GPS coordinates on the dashboard. The drive to the Hamptons usually took hours, but with the city streets clearing late at night and a body overflowing with newfound vitality, Ryan felt like he could bridge the distance in heartbeats.
"I'm coming for you," said Ryan.
After a few hours, the charcoal gray SUV pulled smoothly up alongside the high-end vehicle.
Ryan sat in the driver's seat for a moment, his hands gripping the steering wheel. The pain that had defined his existence for the last two weeks was gone, replaced by the simple, raw strength of a man who had been given a second chance.
