It was 9 AM and a few days later.

I was napping in a fancy classic car because it was a two-hour drive to get to our destination. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but Anton was playing some classical music and it knocked me out.

That might’ve been my fault. I hadn’t been getting the best sleep recently. Between texting Rob, which lit a fire and anxiety in my soul every time I did it, and Andre threatening to drag me through in-person meeting hell again if I ...