(Ridge)
I sat at the bar for hours. Drinking. Thinking. Trying to get my head straight.
The anger was still there. But it had cooled enough that I could think clearly.
Mom was right. I needed to talk to Mira. Really talk to her.
Not yell. Not fight. Just explain why I did what I did.
I stood up. Walked back to my section. Opened the door.
Mira was on the couch. Face red. Eyes puffy. She'd been crying.
She looked up when I walked in. Wiped her face quickly.
I closed the door behind me. Stood there for a moment.
"We need to talk," I said.
She nodded. Didn't say anything.
I walked over. Sat down on the couch. Not too close. Gave her space.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier."
"But you're not sorry for taking my car."
"No. I'm not."
She looked down at her hands. "I messed eve
