I took a deep breath, my hands gripping the steering wheel much tighter than I should have been, but I didn’t think that it mattered much at the moment, that it made much of a difference. The reason why I felt this way, why I trusted that I wasn’t putting my life at risk by doing this, was because I was on a straight and narrow road—there weren’t any cars in sight for miles ahead, and therefore, the worst that could happen, was that I could end up driving into one of the fields on either side of the road.
But it wouldn’t come to that. I was sure that it was only going to be a matter of time before I managed to relax, before my grip loosened, and I not longer felt as tense as I was feeling at the moment. I knew that I couldn’t rush the process, or else I wouldn’t truly end up feeling as a
