Alessandro
Dad texted and said that he was on campus and that he had exactly thirty minutes to meet me and talk. It wasn’t a request.
“Where you going?” Carlo asked as he stretched and tried to get off the sofa. He was hungover after drinking a little too much at his celebration party last night.
“Downstairs. Dad’s here.”
His head slowly moved around the room. “Where?”
I laughed, thinking that he was most likely still drunk. “Not in here, but at the entrance of campus. He wants me to meet him.”
“f**k,” he said as he reached out for his phone. Then he shook his head. “Yep, just you. He didn’t send me a message.”
“Me either,” Adolfo said as he patted me on the back and headed to the kitchen. I decided that I needed to head out of here, asap, before I got roped into the typical argume
