Chapter 2
Sawyer
Fourteen Hours Ago
“Hey, you,” Cara, the bar owner and my landlord says behind me. “What are you doing? The countdown is about to begin.”
“Yeah, Cara, coming,” I reply.
It’s the worst timing ever. I want nothing more than to hear the sound of Zoey’s voice for the last time. But duty calls. Cara’s cheap a*s didn’t want to hire a DJ, so I’ve been in charge of maintaining a festive vibe all night. I’m also in charge of announcing the countdown to the new year.
“Listen, Zoey. Take care of yourself, okay?”
I hang up before she answers. Before I lose my mind. My legs feel heavy as I follow Cara inside, and for the rest of the night I’m on automatic pilot, announcing the countdown, pouring shots and champagne, entertaining the rowdy, half-drunk patrons. But when it’s all o
