The girl had stormed away from the car, and while a part of me wanted to rush after her and do the decent thing, ensuring she was okay, a bigger part of me felt drained. I did not have the energy. Not after today. The car would be dropped at her home, so I knew that she would be okay. Or at least in that regard, as for the guy outside her home, who knew. That same part of me that was telling myself to rush after her was telling me to ask the mechanic who dropped off the car to ensure the girl was okay. Check the guy had gone when the car was returned, but I was fighting a battle in my own mind. This was none of my business. She was none of my business. I did not need to involve myself with other people’s drama to distract myself from my own...
I found myself driving away from Octavia, a
