The truck tore through the night, the engine roaring as if it, too, felt the urgency of our mission. Sitting beside Link, every second stretched into an eternity, each mile testing my patience and resolve. I could barely contain the growl that rumbled in my chest, the need for answers, for action, clawing at me from the inside.
"Tell me exactly what happened. Everything," I demanded, my voice a low growl that filled the confined space of the truck.
Link's recounting was a punch to the gut. "She went to the station to relieve the worker for a break and left me in the apartment. I was going to playfully tickle her when your f*****g father walked in and punched and banished me."
My frustration boiled over. "Why were you touching her?" The words were out before I could stop them, driven by
