Calla:
I should've gone home. That would've been the responsible thing. Take a shower. Eat something besides coffee and spite. Pretend today hadn't happened. Instead… I found myself driving toward the port. The city lights reflected off the windshield as Bubblegum rumbled over the bridge. Downtown buzzed beneath me, alive with Friday night energy. Restaurants spilled laughter onto sidewalks. Boats bobbed in the marina. Somewhere, music echoed over the water.
I wasn't looking for trouble. Not exactly. I just… Needed to remember there was still a version of me that existed before Camden died. The version that loved the sound of an engine winding out. The version that laughed. The version that wasn't angry all the time. The abandoned shipping yard came into view, floodlights illuminating r
