CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

ALEX DAVALO

Don't just be a coward!

Sandro had returned late that night. The moment he stepped into the room, I knew something was off. He reeked of alcohol, and his usually sharp eyes were glazed over like he wasn’t fully there. His movements were sluggish, almost like he was moving through water, and it was clear to me that he was in no state to talk. That frustrated me more than I could express. I had been waiting all evening to talk to him about Nadia and the bills she needed help with for the next session, but now, seeing the state he was in, I...