Breathe

You are far more right – yet far more wrong – than you could possibly know, the voice at the back of Vincent’s own head whispered. In one brief moment, he became aware of the noise of the storm and the thrum of the engine and the once comforting but now too harsh glare of the car’s indoor lights. Then he banished that voice with the yank of a car key, the shove of a door. And as the howling of the wind intensified and the rain began to pour in, he plastered a smile on his face and tried not to think about anything much at all. * Just make sure that you breathe . . .