I sit there, staring through the rearview mirror at the empty space where the trailer was a minute ago. I don’t know if I wish I could take back the words or change the outcome of the whole situation. Violet knocks on the window, looking stoic. Since the car isn’t running, I can’t roll down the window. I have to open the door instead. “I’m sorry, Buck.” I tear my gaze away from the rearview mirror. Sunny isn’t coming back. I know that. “What for?” “This whole clusterfuck.” She looks so sad. It’s an echo of what’s going on inside me. “Why don’t you come out so I can take a look at your head?” It takes a lot of effort to get out of the seat. My face hurts, and I’m dizzy. “I was trying to do a good thing with that fundraiser.” “We didn’t know it was going to be like that,” Randy says from behind her. “Balls, you mind giving us a few minutes? Maybe you should get your bag together. Clean up all your used condoms and such.” She doesn’t even thrust once.
