Chapter 83

• LUCA
• Veda had been gone for five days, and I was losing my fucking mind holed up in this house “for my own safety.” Nothing helped. Not drinking. Not working. Not even beating the fuck out of the bag in my gym, like I was doing now, until my knuckles were bloody and bruised and I could barely stay standing.
• My phone vibrated where I’d left it on top of the small fridge. I almost didn’t hear it as I pounded the bag, and when I did, I seriously considered not answering it. But maybe it wasn’t my father calling to berate me some more. Maybe it was news.