Treachery

Luca runs up to us, tears obvious in her eyes as she looks at what’s left of her car.

“Are you okay?”

I don’t give him time to respond before I’m dragging her off again.

Fuck this day.

Fuck this game.

Fuck this shit.

Luca’s on lockdown.

And I don’t give the first fuck about how much she’ll scream about it.