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“So, you mean nobody’s going to help me find him huh?” I muttered to myself, staring into the mirror. No matter how much effort I threw into the air, no one seemed to want to take advantage or step in. “f**k this.”
I fought the urge to punch the mirror, already drowning in the deep shame that gnawed at me.
“Honey, I’m taking the kids to school,” my wife called out from the closet.
“Whatever,” I mumbled, still looking at the failure I had become.
“f**k this,” I whispered harshly.
Crying over spilled milk wasn’t my style. After about ten minutes of wallowing in front of the mirror, I finally snapped out of it. "I have s**t to do," I told myself, stepping into the shower and getting ready for work.
Despite my shortcomings—mainly my inability to track down Bruce or find any
