COLIN’S POV
I don’t think this through, I don’t give myself time to.
The moment I leave Max, something in me is already moving, already decided, like if I stop for even a second, I’m going to start thinking too much, and right now…....
Thinking is the problem because every time I do, it circles back to the same thing.
Her, the kid, my mother.
My grip tightens on the steering wheel as I drive, jaw locked, chest tight in a way that makes it hard to breathe evenly, and I try to slow it down, I really do, but it’s not working.
Because this doesn’t feel small anymore.
It doesn’t feel like something I can ignore or push aside.
It feels like something’s been sitting right in front of me the whole time and I didn’t see it or maybe I didn’t want to.
That thought alone makes something twist
