My fight or flight instincts kicked in. I fucking hated tears. Especially tears of the female persuasion. A crying woman made me feel like I was being ripped to shreds from the inside out, a weapon I’d never make public knowledge. “Do not cry,” I ordered. Her eyes were damp. “Cry? I’m not going to cry.” She was a shit liar. “Don’t fucking cry. It’s just a car, and she’s just a piece of shit. Neither’s worth crying over.”
