Book 6- Chapter Seven
Connor’s POV I toss the empty beer bottle onto the floor and lean forward to grab another from the six pack that’s sitting on the coffee table in front of me. I tilt the beer toward the barren ceiling in a silent toast, merry f.ucking christmas to me. My phone starts to ring beside me, and I glance over, frowning at the withheld number, this is the fourth call I've received since yesterday. I reach over and swipe to decline, f.ucking telemarketers, I don't know how they got my number but they can f***k off, I'll keep declining until they give up. It’s been two months since I fell into my sister’s arms, and I haven’t been back home since, Eva hasn't tried to reach out again and other than the odd voice mail from my attorney, I know nothing about what is going on back there. As far as I'm
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