I was still trying to figure out what he was dealing with when he slammed back into the car, enraged like a beast. I could trace beads of sweat running down his face. His lips twitched even when closed. His hands gripped the steering wheel hard, steering tighter. He didn't start the car-steering wheel and all-he just needed a way to let out his anger, and the steering wheel was one of them. His eyes, deeper than any ocean, burned with a fire I could not name. It was a blend of anger and... fear? I even saw defeat somewhere.

His breathing was unsystematic, ragged, and fast. I was sure...