I was driving back late to Trace's from visiting Wolf in the hospital. I had brought him clothes, since he was getting released in the morning. He ignored me the whole time, his stubborn pride not at all affected by his concussion. I didn't care, he was still my best friend. He could be mad all he wanted, I was doing the right thing. For Brynn and her unborn child. Rage held the answers.
My new sage green Jeep Wrangler handled like a dream. I loved it immediately. Angel made sure it was decked out with wireless calling, GPS, and a great sound system. The trunk was open and roomy.
I blared Bring Me The Horizon's Sempiternal album into the noisy Georgia night. My eyes squinted in the dark at some headlights on the side of Trace's driveway. He should already be home, with Angel. It was almo
