Stefano
“Are you doing ok?” Luca reached for the scotch in its crystal decanter and poured two generous servings into the glasses set between us on the table.
“No.” I answered truthfully.
He looked up at me sharply. His face worried. “It’s strange them not being here.” He added and I nodded. That was the understatement of the century. The apartment was to quiet, to empty. It felt like a morgue.
It was a family home, my family home and my family wasn’t here with me.
“Have you seen her?”
Sipping on the amber liquid I nodded. Revelling in the feel of the alcohol burning my tongue and throat.
Booze was good. Booze was numbing and god I needed something to numb the pain that Lily not being here caused.
It felt like someone had scooped out my insides and left me hollow and empty.
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