So many thoughts swirled in my mind. So many emotions curling themselves around my guts and squeezing so tight I couldn't breathe properly. I needed an outlet. I needed something to pour my anger on. I needed to be far away from the house, and her as soon as possible.
And so I did what I did best whenever I was confused.
I drove.
I walked down the stairs quickly, out the entrance, toward the expansive ten-car garage building that was built separately from the house. Taking the keys from the tall, glass box that was always locked in the corner, I strode towards the Porsche and clambered in. Inserting the key into the ignition, I turned it, the engine crisp and sharp in the early morning haze and quiet. The gates pulled open and the tires screeched as I drove out of the property, onto the
