THREE YEARS AGO
Chicago, Illinois
LUCIAN
I needed a break and some f*****g quiet or something close to it. I knew I wouldn’t find that in this bar but I walked in anyway.
The house had been suffocating. Everything about it. The silence and the memories. My mother was worst.
I’d fired every member of my household staff earlier that day, I couldn’t stand the pitying looks and the not so subtle whispers that followed me from room to room anymore
When my parents came over, that’s how they found me.
Sitting lifelessly in the dark like I’d been unplugged from myself while the twins clung to each other and wailed themselves hoarse.
The twins were two. Barely old enough to understand words or loss. I don’t blame them. Anyone would pour their heart out if they were suddenly motherless, tr
