Chapter Thirty-Seven
Unlucky Pair
There is but one good throw upon the dice, which is, to throw them away.
-Unknown
DAY 7—7:52PM
Grand Hyatt Tampa Bay – Armani’s
LUKAS
The second I hit the restroom door, I sigh in relief, letting go of a long and tension-ridden breath.
My nerves are shot to s**t. My hands are involuntarily shaking. And the tightness in my chest makes it hard to inhale with the weight of my guilt, anger and frustration all pressing down on me.
I’m running away again. But to what am I running… I have no f*****g clue. I use the bathroom quickly, avoiding the mirror on my way out. I’d rather not see the shame in my eyes, and when I exit, I find myself staring into someone else’s.
Shit. Sabrina.
Her stance is bold. Her face—unapologetic. She pushes me back into the m
