Cassius's POV I was driving. That was the only thing I knew for certain right now. That my hands were on the wheel and the road was moving under me and I was going somewhere — except I had no idea where that somewhere was, and I hadn't known for the past however many minutes I had been in this car. I just drove. Away. That was the only direction I had. Away from that house, away from that hallway, away from the voices I had heard through that door that were still playing on a loop inside my head whether I wanted them to or not. "I've been killing people and making it seem like it's Cassius." I pressed my foot harder on the accelerator. The city blurred past the windows — streetlights, storefronts, other cars, the ordinary world going about its ordinary business completely unaware that mine had just collapsed in a hallway on the second floor of my brother's house. I wanted to go somewhere far. Not just across town far. Far far. The kind of far where no one knew my name or my face
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