ROMAN
As I leave the hospital, I feel this emptiness in my f*****g chest that transports me right back to my adolescent years, when all I wanted to do was eat a f*****g bullet to make it all go away.
The pain. The anger. And most importantly—the meaninglessness of it all.
Coming face-to-face with Mason Monroe after all this time was not on my bingo card for this year, but I didn't have a choice. I knew Nikki would need her family, and I guessed that something had happened between them when I found out that she was staying at that crappy motel.
I sit in my car for the longest time, holding the steering wheel and trying to breathe. The past couple of days race through my mind. I think back to the damn fundraising event and how pissed I was that Nikki was hanging around Sebastian.
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