Matt lit a cigarette in the balcony of his penthouse. He looked outside, over the roofs of the other buildings, at the dark skies and the bustling streets down below.
His heart ached inside and even though he had not said a word since he entered the penthouse, Matt was in pain.
An ache that he wasn't sure he had felt in a while.
Matt puffed the smoke from the cigar and took another blow before he reached for the glass of whiskey next to him.
Buzz. buzz.
His phone vibrated. The name on the screen boldly displayed Lila. his girlfriend. The last person he needed at this point.
“What is it?” His tone was harsh, his voice dry with the alcohol burning at the back of hus throat.
“I've been calling you since yesterday. Marcus told me you got in, what's happening?” She complained.
Her vo
