CHAPTER 56

Damon Westwood

A week earlier

I haven't heard from Sasha for a week now. And I must admit that I wasn’t expecting such an eventful end to the evening.

After the parade I pretended I had a headache so I could go home without anyone asking unnecessary questions. Ella was left behind to supposedly “present” bullshit to me if you ask me.

It's past 2 a.m. and I can't get to sleep. Like the previous days, my decision with Sasha is playing over and over in my head.

I feel like I've lost it and it leaves a bland aftertaste on my tongue.

Looks like I lost Sasha. For good this time. My little Lexa. I smile at the thought of the nickname I gave him.

I think I won't have the opportunity to call him that again.

I'm sitting on our garden patio with a joint stuck between my teeth and a glass of whiskey in my hand. A combo to kill my faith and my lungs. At this point it's better than nothing. I'll be in a daze to avoid thinking about her.

The sound of the swimming pool is calming and drowns