Blake
This time I do as I'm told and leave the room.
My heart slams so hard I can hardly breathe and I pull out my phone, sending Thea a quick text. As soon as I hit the send arrow, I make my way toward the front door. I'm in my car before I can even think about what I'm doing and within minutes I'm at Club Red.
The drive is a blur, just like walking in and wandering through the club, but I find myself face to face with Rico.
“Man, you look like s**t,” he says.
“Thanks.” I say the word with all the sarcasm I can muster. I don't doubt that he's wrong. I feel like s**t; why wouldn't I look like it? “How's Sandra doing?” I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about what's going on with me or what just happened.
I'm pretty sure I'm still processing whatever went wrong. Did my daughter have a bad
