Eventually, we get there. Another tense, silent car ride where everyone pretends the others are invisible, and Mico seems to be texting furiously, ignoring the brutal standoff between us. The air is heavy and dense with it, and I try my best to act nonchalant and stop myself from letting anger get the better of me. I’m deflated, my body aching from a night of dancing and intoxication, and now I think I’m suffering the trailing effects of shock. I have no energy left for this and want to ...