Sydney slumped against the steering wheel of the car, releasing a long, weary sigh of frustration.
Just then, she jolted upright as if caught in the act, startled by the sudden blare of her ringtone. Her head whipped around towards her phone.
In that instant, it was as if her innermost thoughts had been exposed.
Her heart began to race, thundering in her chest as she fixed her gaze on the caller ID, feeling as though trouble was looming.
It was Truce.
In that moment, she suddenly became intensely conscious of her own breathing, contemplating how she might convey the news to Truce.
It wasn't that she was frightened, but for a brief time, the thought of how she would communicate with him completely eluded her.
Following the events that had transpired, she was overwhelmed with a profound sense of disgust at the idea of speaking to him- especially about what had happened.
She felt utterly worthless.