Evelina’s dismissal
Evelina dismissed the incident with a shrug, casually blaming it on faulty brakes. “It wasn’t my fault,” she said, her tone as nonchalant as if we were chatting about the weather. I stared at her, stunned by the sheer indifference. “Faulty brakes?” I echoed, my voice laced with disbelief. She nodded, avoiding my gaze. This wasn’t just an accident—it was a blatant disregard for both my property and my boundaries.
Evelina’s Dismissal
Frustration builds
The conversation quickly spiraled, leaving me feeling even more frustrated and powerless. “You can’t just take my car and crash it without facing any consequences!” I shouted, my voice trembling with anger. Evelina merely shrugged, her expression indifferent. “I told you it was the brakes,” she replied, her tone dismissive. My hands shook, a mix of anger and helplessness coursing through me. Talking to her felt like arguing with a brick wall. I knew I needed a different approach to handle this.
Frustration Builds
