Chapter 79
Drake buried himself in work, drowning in spreadsheets, contracts, and endless phone calls, hoping exhaustion would mute the storm inside him. But no matter how deep he buried himself, Lucy kept slipping through the cracks of his mind, ghosting between every thought, every breath. F*ck. Her laugh. Her smile. The way her hand fit perfectly in his. The memory of her trembling voice as she whispered that she loved him... it all clawed at him relentlessly. The questions never ceased their torment. Is she alright? Does she still think of me? Does she wonder why I’m not there? The urge to see her was a living thing, gnawing at his resolve. Part of him screamed to drop everything, to run to her, to hold her, to never let her go again. But he couldn’t. He had made a decision, and he had to see
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