Ellie
“Where the hell is Joe?” Annette fumed, her sharp voice cutting through the pulsing music.
I gave a subtle glance toward the dance floor, hoping she’d take the hint and let it go. But before I could stop her, she marched away, heels clicking furiously against the tile.
“Sorry, dear.”
Anton leaned across the bar, reaching for some ice. The clink of cubes against glass was almost soothing compared to the techno beat rattling through my skull.
“It’s alright.” I pressed the cool ice against my temple, closing my eyes as the dizziness swirled. My stomach clenched. Skipping dinner had been a mistake. “I probably shouldn’t have skipped dinner though,” I huffed.
“Let’s go get a burger.” His tone, much like his son’s, didn’t sound like a suggestion.
Even so, I shook my head. The las
