CATANIA
I rub my palms and fingers desperately with a clean cloth, trying to scrub away the lingering scent of grease and the tense aftermath of our argument. I know my hands were already clean, but my chest still felt tight.
I glanced nervously over my shoulder. A few yards away, Rafael was standing with the other mechanics. They were speaking in low tones with their expressions grim.
I couldn't hear a single word over the ambient hum of the shop, but the serious set of Rafael's shoulders told me everything I needed to know.
Suddenly, his gaze traveled across the shop, catching me staring. A panic hit my stomach, and I immediately turned my back on him, looking down at my hands and obsessively wiping a spot near my wrist that was already perfectly clean.
God, I felt so guilty. Wh
