The night air was cool as Stefan stepped out of the house, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside him.
He didn't know how long he drove. The roads were mostly empty, his hands gripping the wheel too tightly, his mind a hurricane of emotions he couldn't name, couldn't control.
He didn't know where he was going but he knew he couldn't stay in his house and that he couldn't go to his mother's place since it was late so he decided to logde in an hotel and confront his mother the next day.
By the time he reached an hotel, it was past midnight.
The receptionist recognized him instantly, offering a key with a polite smile and no questions.
Stefan didn't say a word as he headed for his room.
