Chapter Forty-One: Battle Rea- I Mean Ball…Ball Ready.

The night’s silence was palpable, and I understood fully, under the golden warmth of the lit torches on the balcony, that Vincent would not answer my question, or rather couldn’t.

The conversation had been so onesided that I almost felt stupid for having tried to explain myself to him. Now, anytime someone questions my line of thought, I can just blame it on drugs. But…like most things, I will deal with the sting later.

I Inhaled deeply, then closed my eyes to try and still my racing mind, but the lump in my throat did not lessen. I cleared my throat, but still, it did not waver, nor did the flood of thoughts cloudin