Marco’s POV
The house was too quiet. Too damn quiet.
Marco paced the length of his living room, rubbing his hands over his face as he glanced out the window. The street was alive with the warmth of family gatherings, laughter spilling from open doors, and the scent of roasted turkey hanging in the crisp Chicago air.
His thoughts landed on Shanes' house, where everyone once gathered.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
His jaw tightened as he took another sip from the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the counter. He didn’t even like drinking like this, but the weight of loneliness made it easier to swallow. Shane still wasn’t talking to him. His own damn mother was spending the holiday with Sade’s family and his brother? Sitting alone in his one-bedroom apartment after his wife walked o
