Toluwani Adebowale

TILL THE WHEELS FALL OFF

I stood in front of his workshop, the faint scent of oil and metal filling the air. Jared had always called it his “sacred space,” a place only he was meant to enter. I hadn’t set foot in here for years—not since we first started dating, and he’d show me the projects he swore were for us. But I knew better now. Nothing in here was really ours.