*Lucas*
I step out of the bedroom, my heart still racing from the fear that had gripped me. I had panicked once again, thinking someone might be here in the apartment, that someone might be hurting my son or Ashley… My worst nightmare coming true.
The moment I walked in and saw Ashley with Alexander, everything felt wrong. I glance down at the gun in my hand, the cold metal feeling heavy. I set it down on the table in the living room, the sound echoing in the quiet space.
I need a drink.
I pour myself a whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass as I try to shake off the memory of Alexander’s terrified face. I take a sip and let the warmth wash over me, but it does little to ease the tightness in my chest. I walk over to the window, leaning against the cool glass as I look out a
