73. Lorenzo
I couldn't with Mark.
I shut him in and this time, I made sure he wouldn't come out I less I let him.
I started working so as to disrtact myself. The emails flashed on the screen, a torrent of demands and decisions to make. But I couldn’t focus.
My mind was a battlefield, and I was losing.
Athena’s face haunted me, her scent lingering in my senses and Mark's words did little to help. I closed the laptop with a snap, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on me.
Somewhere, Diego and Claudia were talking. Laughing, perhaps. And I was here, drowning in a storm of my own making.
The darkness pressed closer, the walls narrowing.
I couldn’t escape it.
Not anymore.
Wanting to forget about all of that, which had proven to be hard, I took my phone from my back pocket the
