Celeste
A few days after Billy’s briefing, I found myself hiding out in the entertainment area at the back of the house.
I needed space.
Away from Billy.
Away from Lilly.
Away from everyone.
The pool table had seemed like the perfect escape.
There was something strangely therapeutic about lining up a shot, taking aim and watching the balls disappear into the pockets.
No arguments.
No questions.
No one telling me what I should or shouldn’t do.
Just me, a pool table and a little peace and quiet.
I was lining up another shot when the back door opened.
I glanced over my shoulder.
Josh.
Great.
I turned back to the table, hoping he’d just grab a beer and disappear again.
Apparently, luck wasn’t on my side.
“Hey, Celeste. What’s happening?”
I heard him walk over to the bar and
