Chapter 113
Adrian's POV
I drove too fast.
Every red light felt like torture. Every slow car in front of me made me angry that I held the wheel so tight, my knuckles ached, and my teeth, biting my lower lips.
Pink was sick. In the hospital. And I hadn’t answered Darcy’s calls.
I felt guilty. It felt like a punch.
I was so angry because Darcy had betrayed me. Yea. But Pink, a sweet, innocent girl had suffered while I drowned in tequila and self-pity at the condo.
When Leo called that morning, reality slammed back.
“Pink’s been sick since you left,” he said, voice tight. “It got worse. Darcy had to rush her to the hospital.”
My heart stopped.
“When?” I asked.
“This morning. She’s stable now, but Adrian… she keeps asking for you. Darcy’s been trying to reach you.”
All those missed
