Boiling Point

VANESSA

I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles ached, but I didn’t loosen my hold. My entire body was rigid, my chest burning with frustration. The car moved smoothly down the road, but my mind was anything but calm. My head pounded with a whirlwind of emotions—rage, frustration, disbelief. Daphne’s voice echoed in my skull, taunting, smug, dripping with that unbearable condescension.