Chapter Eight
It was good having a nice normal dinner with someone outside the business and not part of my family. Phil talked about missing his old life. I talked about missing a time in my life when I was relaxed. Although I couldn’t remember when that was.
I didn’t drink. I didn’t try to seduce him. I went home alone to my dark bungalow, took off my clothes, and crawled into bed. I hoped I would wake up and this was all a dream.
I dreamed of Alberto. He was far away and waving to me, waving me toward him.
When I woke up, my heart was racing. Was Alberto telling me to come toward him, toward death? Because that was where he was. He was dead.
I shuddered. It was daylight. I had made it through the night. I remembered the vodka bottle was still in the cupboard. I longed for a swig, bu
