An hour before.
As Roman stormed out of the study, his mind raced with regret and a newfound longing for an escape. The gritty streets of his childhood neighborhood came to mind. For the first time in his life, Roman wished he had picked up one of the many bad habits that temporarily numbed the pain that he had seen growing up in a rough neighborhood.
But drugs had never been his thing. Not only he hadn’t wanted to hurt his mother by being an addict, but he had also seen how much it ruined people’s lives, turning them into living zombies until they were six feet under. And that hadn’t been the vision of his life.
He and Sean had once tried smoking, a youthful adventure. Roman shuddered at the memory. He had only taken one pull of the cigarette, hidden behind an old building, but the bit
