"Get the fuck out of my way! Stronzo!" Cher cursed, driving through the city road of San-Destro without heeding the traffic signs. She kept cursing each driver and even pedestrians to the point her throat hurt.
She had left the city to go see Jerome and had spent the night there after her heart had been broken again. She was becoming a masochist with the way she kept going back to Jerome despite how he hurt her.
When Mila had called to tell her of Zyran's condition, Cher cursed herself. Wilson had returned, and she had been so careless to forget who his first target would be. Not that the man would hit Zyran, but he would remind Zyran over again about the accident.
The accident that left Zyran in a coma for weeks. He didn't want to wake up no matter how the doctors tried. The doctor had said the boy no longer had the will to live, at such a young age. Zyran already carried the burden of killing his own grandmother.
