ROARK
“Y
ou got
this in the mail this morning, Roark.” Looking up from my phone as I sauntered into the kitchen, I frowned at the small, stiff envelop on the island. Sam leaned over it, a grimace painting his face, and I slid my phone into my pajama pants pocket before snatching it. “I read it. You’ve been invited to a funeral for a guy named Luca-“
“Yeah- yeah, I know who he is…” After all, I only know one Luca. Slowly opening the flap, I pulled out the thick card inside with stiff fingers. Scanning the elegant script, my eyes narrowed as memories drudged up from the depths of my brain.
Luca had once been a great business partner, but I hadn’t seen or heard from him since my accident. Why I was invited to his funeral was beyond me- I had only met him a few times, and we’d only conduc
