Arthur's POV
I've been running around in circles for years.
I never knew how much it would affect me. How much I would be pushed to the edge by my reluctance.
It was eating me up every second of the day, but I always had something to distract myself — my love for the race, ladies and company.
Until it wasn't enough.
The clicking of the glass around me snapped me only for a minute out of my thoughts. We were now in a bar. Rod and Jackson seemed to have vanished somewhere.
Though I knew they were still mad, I chose to avoid their questions and be surrounded by others. Sierra sat in the corner. I wasn't sure what was going through her mind, but she looked almost absentminded.
I had a lot I needed to tell her, first being an apology, but I needed to construct the best. “Arthur, I don't
