#Chapter58
As Ronan Christopher Elmore pulled himself to his feet, body swaying and an undivided sense of purpose driving him, he stumbled over to the sink. The hotel cleaners had done a shoddy job of cleaning, and remnants of the last renter's makeup still stained the porcelain, but it dwindled down the bottom of his list of worries. The large, water-specked mirror, so cruel with its unsweetened truths, it demanded his attention.
Or maybe he demanded the mirror's attention.
There were times in life where one found themselves the centre of a car crash without ever setting foot inside a vehicle, and as he met the unsteady gaze of his reflection, he realised this was one of them. This was his car crash. This was the bent metal of his life and all the collateral damage he could withstand.
