The drive back home feels unreal. The steering wheel vibrates under my hands, the bashed Jesko groaning with every turn like it also wants to collapse from stress.

The cold morning air slips through the cracked window and brushes my face, but it doesn’t calm the heaviness inside me.

My chest feels tight. My heart beats too fast and too slow at the same time. I don’t know how that’s possible, but that is how I feel.

The guards at the gate stare at the ruined car for a moment before ...