Chapter 32
PYKE
I STARE BLANKLY at the glass wall where I made love to Camila. My apartment is dead silent, and the only thing I can hear is my own constant sighing. It’s even difficult to breathe when my only companion is my guilt over her. One night, I sleep at the hotel since this place reminds me of her. I admit I got it f*****g bad.
Camila wasn’t supposed to find it out that way, but it’s too late to blame myself for that. That b***h screwed up everything—from my life to my future with Camila.
What am I gonna do now?
You’re not good at following rules, Pyke, now what stopping you? My brain still functions I guess.
My holiday didn’t go as I planned—I f****d up. Even my family seemed to notice me zoning out a lot. I found them exchanging glances, but they didn’t pry me though. I g
