Adrian
I grill a couple of steaks up on the roof for dinner Thursday night and bring them down to our apartment. Kat’s in the kitchen making a salad.
Nadia has been a holy mess all week, but she refuses to talk to me or even to Kat about what happened with Flynn. I still want to kill the kid because I saw this outcome from a million miles away, but I guess it’s not his fault.
Nadia broke it off with him.
“Nadia,” I call. “Dinner is ready.”
I’m not surprised when she doesn’t answer. It just breaks my f*****g heart. She’s been this way before– refusing to leave the apartment, not even showering or taking care of her basic needs.
Kat and I exchange a worried glance, and I go and knock on her door.
“Nadia?”
I push it open then suck in a breath.
“Where did she go?” I call back to Kat.
