The cold morning breeze streamed into the windows of Jason's red Lamborghini car. Roland leaned to the side, staring out at the rising sun and the dim image of the passing scenery.
Even right now after everything that has happened. After he promised himself not to walk this path, his past managed to catch up to him. Could he have chosen differently? Was there even the slightest chance he would have made it through if he’d tried to do things on his own?
“Hey,” Jason’s voice cut through the silence.
Roland turned to meet his stare, the deep-set blue eyes glistening under the overhead light.
“Is everything alright? You look distracted.”
“It’s nothing,” Roland answered calmly, though his blood boiled within. “Everything’s fine.”
Jason glanced out the windshield and fastened his gaze ba
