MICHAEL

I pace in frustration as Ron and Levi wait, so I begin speaking as if caught in something wrong as I sit in Levi's Living room, then stand and pour myself a shot of whiskey.

Slouched against the cushions, Levi watches me in fascination and chuckles, bent at the waist, Ron rests his arms on his thighs as he scowls at me.

A sound comes from me. "Help me, I can't get Aliana to forgive me".

Ron snorts. “You just realized this?”

My eyes narrow. "I'm serious Ron".

Levi raises a brow. “So are we. That’s why we aren't laughing.”

I exhale slowly. “She won’t forgive me.”

Ron nods....