Making the Drive Home
Even as I drove home, the entire scene played on an endless loop in my mind—every laugh, every smug glance, especially Derek’s arrogant face, haunted me. I kept asking myself how things had spiraled so badly. The anger and humiliation churned inside me, a bitter mix I couldn’t shake. Would they really not recognize me if I walked in again? The thought was infuriating. I could only hope they’d feel the weight of their mistake soon enough—because this wasn’t over. Not even close.
Making The Drive Home
Calling Thomas
Finally home and still boiling with frustration, I needed answers. I grabbed my phone and called Thomas—the one person who had witnessed everything yet remained silent. “Hey, Thomas, mind explaining what that was about?” I asked, trying hard to keep my irritation under control. There was a pause on the other end, just a beat too long, and it made me question where he really stood in all this. His lack of response, much like his behavior during the incident, was as confusing as the incident itself.
Calling Thomas
