The Weight of Betrayal

Dante

The night looks different when one has been betrayed.

City lights blur past me as I drive, but I barely see them. My fingers are locked around the steering wheel like I'm trying to choke it, and honestly, maybe I am. It's the only thing within reach I can break without consequences.

My chest is tight. Hot. Heavy. There's something inside it clawing to get out.

I have been angry before, sever