296: Fights and Distrust

Theo’s Point of View

The night was a blur of asphalt and rage, the road ahead swimming under the dim glow of streetlights as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white, my vision hazy from too much whiskey. 

The car swerved, tires screeching on a tight curve, the blare of a horn from an oncom...

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