Episode Six

Chapter Six

First Person’s Perspective

Carlos

I pushed open the workshop door, the familiar smell of oil and metal hitting me like a wave. My body ached from the day’s work, my hands coated in grease and grime, and my mind kept drifting back to Sasha.

But I shook my head, trying to focus on the present.

Allen ran to me, his small arms wrapping around my leg.

“Daddy! Can we play before dinner?” he asked, his wide eyes full of hope.

I knelt down and ruffled his hair.

“Sure, buddy, we can. But first, dinner, okay?”

He pouted but nodded reluctantly.

It was hard being a kid in a broken home, and I was painfully aware of the gap I could never fully bridge on my own.

The front door clicked open, and a familiar, unnerving scent hit me.

Alcohol. And something else,another man’s cologne.

“Finally!” Saraya’s voice slurred slightly as she stepped in, one heel clicking loudly on the wooden floor. She swayed just a little, brushing past Allen without a glance.

I straightened immediately.

“Saraya…