[Christian Castillo]
Motherfucker!
Figlio di puttana!
Merda!
Cazzo!
Bastardo!
Stronzo!
Coglione!
Fuckkkkkkk
By now, Garrick — and every unlucky bastard who just witnessed me hurling a string of cusswords at myself probably felt a concerning urge to recommend help. Hell, maybe they’re right. My tie feels like a noose. My jaw’s locked so hard it aches. My fists grind into my face as though pain could cancel the storm in my head. My notepad lies abandoned on the seat, flung like it alone caused this disaster.
From the rearview, Garrick dares a glance. My scowl cuts into him, and he quickly looks away, rolling the window up another inch — as if even the air has no business hearing my breakdown. God help me, I want to turn back. To put the car in reverse, go on my bloody knees and be
