Chapter 40: OverprotectiveOLIVIA
EMPTY CANS of beer were scattered on the floor. My eyes gazed at the wall clock and saw that it was already one o'clock in the morning. Lara had already fallen asleep on the couch. She had gotten more wasted than me as she had finished so many beers earlier.
I rose to my feet and grabbed the cigarette and lighter from the center table. I exhaled and decided to go to her small balcony. I leaned on the railings and let the fresh night air kiss my skin. I lit the cigarette, put it in my mouth, smoked it, and looked around at the street lights, the quiet neighborhood, the stray cats, and the empty street corners.
I recalled when I was still working in the bar. I used to walk through the dark alleys every morning after my shift. At first, I was afraid of the
