10 - Drunk?
Cillian
I called my son, hearing it ring for a few seconds before I heard his slurred voice. “What’s up?”
I paused, looking at the screen, and sighed. “Where are you?”
“Who’s this?”
“Caleb—” I nodded at the hotel staff wearing a mask to cover their features and continued, “You called me earlier. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”
I patted my suit to grab my key fob and froze. I didn’t have my ring with me. Where the f**k was it?
“It’s okay, Cillian,” he hissed out the words and laughed, his friends calling him. “I can take care of myself.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I kept my phone away and checked my pockets, but I couldn’t find the ring. It was my wedding band and I couldn’t lose it. Because if I lost it, then it would mean…
No. I didn’t have time for th
