By the time I turned into the street on which the café was located, I was completely and utterly exhausted. I knew that it couldn’t be any later than midday, but it had been an eventful morning, one that had left me reeling, and I still wasn’t done dealing with the consequences of it. My eyes were burning in a way that I could only describe as having felt when I had been on the verge of sleeping, when I had needed a nap to make it through the day.
But I knew that even though that was what I needed to do to feel better, even though I was supposed to focus on myself first, I was still extremely aware of the foreign entity that was in the back of my car, that I had closed in my trunk. There was a part of me that had hoped that the thing would end up suffocating in there, that it had ran out
