#Chapter44

Mourning Day

Days had passed since Rosie and Anthony's big falling out. They hadn't seen or spoken to one other. Rosie would be very cautious every time she left her apartment, acting like a spy or ninja to make sure she wouldn't run into Anthony in the hallway or elevator.

Aatalo walked into one of the local bars, walking over to the counter to see Tamara sitting on a stool. "Where is he?"

Tamara jabbed her thumb over her shoulder, pointing towards Anthony who was sitting in a booth all by himself. His head was drunk as he sipped on a cocktail, a few empty glasses and beer bottles...