Sarah
The penthouse located in the heart of New York City had a faint scent of expensive bourbon and a heavy aura of regret.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pulled my dress over my head as my phone buzzed with a message.
It was from the last person I’d expected. Daniel’s teacher from school.
Mr. Richard.
The man who was seated next to me, whose name was either Aiden or Andrew, mumbled something about getting dinner, but I was already responding to the text.
The message was short but very concerning. "Your brother is driving off the edge."
I knew what the whole thing was about. Daniel had screwed up again.
But it had never been a problem, because Daniel’s screw ups was always bullying, which wasn’t serious and I seriously think he did that for attention.
My brother had ne
