Nyelle
My mind kept replaying Vincent’s frustrated expression from earlier that morning.
The way he yelled at me. The way he looked so angry simply because I stopped obeying him.
For years, Vincent controlled every part of my life so naturally that I stopped noticing it myself. What I wore, what I ate, where I went, what time I came home, who I spoke to, what I drank, even how I behaved around other people.
And the saddest part? I let him.
Because I loved him enough to shrink myself into whatever version made him comfortable.
Now suddenly I was changing, and he looked like he couldn’t handle it.
The thought left a strange heaviness inside my chest as I sat quietly inside my car outside the racing station.
My hands trembled slightly again.
Damn it.
I immediately reached into my ba
