CHAPTER SIXTY ONE
One second, you feel like you finally have every part of your life figured out. You feel the long awaited joy of existence sipping through your skin and you think to yourself that nothing could take that away. And in that second, when that very thought crosses your mind, life decides it's the perfect time to drop a bomb stinking with incredulous amounts of unpleasantness. Suddenly nothing, not even your mere existence seems to make sense anymore. That was me right now, caught up in the shock of the bomb dropped on me this morning.
“Can I ask why we are in this part of town, staring at a shop with a closed sign in place?” Tristan’s voice shook me out of my haze. I had skipped breakfast, calling him to pick me for a little drive.
I turned to him, “If you found something
