The sun was dipping below the horizon as I walked out of the office building. I had endured another grueling day at work, battling nosy co-workers and an all too invested boss. As I approached the parking lot, I couldn't wait to escape the suffocating atmosphere and head back to the sanctuary of my apartment.
But as I turned the corner and spotted my car, my heart sank, and my steps faltered. There, in bold and viciously red spray paint, the word "w***e" adorned every inch of my car's windows. Fury boiled up inside me like a volcano about to erupt, and I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white.
"What the hell?" I muttered to myself, my voice shaking with anger and disbelief.
Without thinking, I stormed over to my defaced car, breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. As I stood t
