CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

ALEX DAVALO

She told him!

It looked like a regular Friday evening, safe for the sounds of the birds settling into their nests. The sun was dipping low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.

Sandro and I were in the living room of our house, getting ready for the birthday party our buddy, Todd, had organized. It was supposed to be a fun night filled with laughter, music, and too much junk food. But before we headed there, we had one little mission to accomplish: we were going to stop by Nadia’s place and force her to attend with us.

She didn’t...