THE PAST.
OSCAR'S POV.
I don't know how I even got to bed last night but the empty bottle of bourbon on my bedside table explains why I don't remember much of last night. As habit I pick up my phone and I'm about to text Reagan good morning but then I remember that I can't do that anymore.
Her ring is on my bedside table and immediately my hand moves to my neck where her chain still hangs, I really thought that everything that happened last night was just a bad dream and that I would wake up and everything would be normal but it wasn't a dream, it was real.
There's a knock on my door. “Come in.” I tell whoever is on the other side.
“Good morning Oscar, your father requests your presence in his office.” The servant tells me.
“Ok, I'll be right down.” I tell him and then he bows h
