Wrong person
His heart began to beat wildly. He jumped down the window and once he got in his car, he skyrocketed out of there towards his house, their house.
Hope started to bloom. She must be there!
His car stopped in front of his house with a screech. He leaped out as the heavy rain poured on him and the lightning tore the sky in a blinding flash.
The lights in the house were on.
He clenched his fists tight as he took one long deep breath. He couldn't afford to lose himself here. His priority was to take Abigail back to the hospital. He needed to shackle his demons and keep from going berserk.
He opened the door. The house was quiet. Too quiet. He could hear the sound of his footsteps echo in the large living room. His ears were straining, trying to listen to other sounds that would indicate movement or life or something!