CHAPTER 6
Flynn
I stick around in the studio after rehearsal Thursday, trying out some new riffs on the guitar. What we’re doing with the band doesn’t feel like enough anymore. What I’m doing with my life doesn’t feel like enough, either.
Knowing Nadia’s walking around trying to rebuild her life after having so much taken from her suddenly makes my lackadaisical approach to living feel empty.
I carried the weight of Nadia’s pain all week. It’s not a burden. I know I chose to pick it up. But, f**k, if I could help it! My eyes burned, and I wanted to cry like a f*****g baby when she told me.
And then when she asked if we could try again, I was even more conflicted. On one hand, it seemed like even my mom was right. Nadia had way too much going on emotionally to forge any kind of relatio
