Chapter 34
~ Navine ~
The ride had been good. Better than good, actually.
The new bike handled like a dream — responsive, powerful, smooth as silk even at high speeds. We'd taken the highway out past the city limits, opened up the throttles, let the machines do what they were built to do. The cold air had been sharp against my face, clearing my head, burning away some of the tension that had been building all day.
For a few hours, I'd been able to forget. About the mess I'd made of everything.
But now I was back home, sitting at my desk in my room, and reality was crashing back down with a vengeance.
I pulled up my laptop, determined to focus on something productive. Work. Work was safe. Work made sense. Work had rules and structure and clear expectations that didn't involve emotiona
