Lance
Saturday night.
The heavy bass of the music pounds against my chest as I lean back against the leather couch of the club—the very same club that once used to be Alice's world.
Ironically, this is supposed to be the place where I feel most at home. Parties. Alcohol. Women. Noise. Chaos.
All the things that used to come so easily to me.
But tonight, something feels off.
Or maybe it's more accurate to say—someone is missing.
I'm with the guys—Mikel, Luis, and Dorian. Like always, we've taken over our usual corner, occupying it as if we own the place. Spending weekends here has become routine for us, almost ritualistic.
"Bro," Mikel suddenly says, swirling the liquor in his glass, his brows pulled together as he studies me. "Why do you look like you're not even
