June’s Point of View
My heart wouldn’t calm down.
It thudded in my chest like a warning bell—loud, heavy, and frantic—as Daniel drove us through the narrow streets toward Dos’ apartment. I sat rigidly in the passenger seat, my fists clenched in my lap, unable to stop bouncing my leg. Every second felt like an hour. I could hardly breathe. It was as if the air had thickened around me, pressing against my lungs, making each inhale a struggle.
Dos’ place wasn’t far. In fact, I’d been there before. I knew the route. But right now, the drive felt endless, torturous even. Every red light, every turn of the wheel, was unbearable. I just wanted to be there already.
To see him.
To know he was okay.
To demand why the hell he’d disappeared like that.
“I feel like we’ve been driving forever,” I
