Luka's POV
I slumped back against my office chair after finishing up the last of the documents concerning the company's new project.
I was so tired I felt it right down to my bones. It was another night of working late again. Sleeping in the office again. It was becoming routine at this point. But I would rather spend another night on this leather couch than go back to that house. That house that haunted me with the reminders of how empty and miserable I was. That the only reason I drowned myself with work was because I didn't know any other way to live life, I'd forgotten what it meant to be happy.
I grabbed my mug to take another sip of coffee only to realize it was empty. I flicked my gaze to where my transparent jar of coffee usually sat and groaned. That one was empty too. How was
