His palms were slick with sweat, a stark reminder of losing control, similar to the day eighteen years ago when his parents perished.

Feelings of sorrow, rage, helplessness, and confusion surged within him, trapped in his chest, threatening to unleash his inner turmoil.

Eventually, he pulled over, stepped out, and lit a cigarette. Between the city lights, as he inhaled deeply, his tumultuous emotions began to ease.

Years of experience had taught him to manage his feelings ...