Damian barely slept that night, imagining the eruption that was taking place that very hour in the Rancho Amantes farmhouse. Maria had promised to call their parents after she hung up with Damian, and he suspected the conversation was turning into a long and ugly one. As to their dragging Damian into it, that was only a matter of “when,” not “if.”
At one A.M., sweaty and sleepless, he climbed out of bed and texted Alex.
Maria’s being evicted. Can’t pay the rent. Still drunk. No choice but to go to my parents. They’re going to hit the f*****g roof and I’m going to get thrown right into the middle of it. Don’t know any more yet…talk to you when I do.
Alex didn’t answer during the night. Must have been asleep, like a normal person. Still, the absence of his words, his voice, made Damian fe
