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The engine screamed on road as I floored the accelerator, the needle climbing past numbers that should have terrified me. But I felt nothing. The wind whipping through the open windows of the SUV was cold, but it couldn't touch the ice in my veins I reached for the bottle of scotch in the passenger seat, my hand shaking as I took a swig. The liquid burned—a sharp, stinging heat that was the only thing grounding me to reality.