Mackenna shuffled her way slowly down the small corridor to the living area of the apartment the next morning. She knew Alessandro had spent the night, he’d given her pain meds around two in the morning and even then, he’d still been sitting up in the chair in her room. Eventually he must have come to bed as the pillow still indented from where he’d lay his head and the smell of his cologne on her sheets, but he was gone.
Her head was throbbing, and her arm hurt even more than her head and she gripped the wall until there was no wall left to grip. “Hello?” she called out.
There was no answer and so she made her way to the kitchen. She glared at Romeo who was sitting atop the kitchen island. “Pretty sure you’re not supposed to be up there,” she chastised him, but he continued cleaning hi
