On a late Saturday night, when Lucy should be welcoming him with his usual hot coffee, a tight smile on her face and a fresh buddle of complaints, Aiden Carter finds himself welcomed by a dreadful silence and the news of his wife running away with h...
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I heave a shaky sigh as I unlock the front door and let myself in. My house doesn't feel like my own. The bright lights hurt my eyes, and the large mirror on the right wall, beside the shoe rack, shows my reflection, which doesn't make me feel even a tiny bit better. I've never looked worse.
Kicking off my shoes, I shove them on the shoe rack. Shrugging off my jacket, I try not to think about Lucy. With so much going on, I can hardly trust my mind to drift off somewhere where I can't reach. Remisiving won't help. All I need is sleep.
I walk inside, glancing at the spotless kitchen that reminds me of Lucy.
Not now.
I'm seriously begging my head. I can't do this. Not know. Maybe not ever again, if that can happen.
My head hurts worse than ever. Each throb makes my eyes water, my vision is blurry. Jace was kind enough to offer me a ride, otherwise, I would be dead by now.
I toss the keys on the living room table, trying not to flinch at the mess. Credit cards, newspapers, and empty plater cluster everywhere. And a pile of chocolate wrappers. I've taken to eating chocolate whenever I'm stressed, and unfortunately, I'm mostly stressed every day, which really adds a stupidity big amount of chocolates on my shopping list.
As if I haven't enough on my plate already, now I have to deal with counter ladies who stare at the shopping trolley as if it's a bomb or something.
Groaning, I pull out a chair and slump onto it. I really need to clean, but with constant tiredness, it's damn hard.
I'm really focused on today's newspaper, when Dave enters the room, her eyes on his phone. He jumps when he looks up.
'Damn Aiden. What are you doing here?'
I raise an eyebrow. 'Reading a newspaper?'
He shakes his head slowly. 'How did you get in? Wait don't.' He slaps his forehead. 'Don't tell me. That was a very stupid question.'
I allow my lips to curl into a smirk. 'And the stupid answer is, I have keys. Damn.' I stop short, massaging my forehead. 'I've got a nasty headache and it doesn't look like it's going to go away anytime soon. Can you get me aspirins?'
'Top drawer?' He raises an eyebrow.
'Yeah.' I nod slowly, my head feels like it's going to break like glass if I move it too quickly. 'And the water. Fetch me a glass of water. I can't tell you how dry my throat is, man.' I groan as I lean back on my chair. 'This day can't get any worse.'
'Jace refused?' He asks, handing me an aspirin and a glass half-filled with water.
I don't think he heard me moaning about my dry throat.
I shake my head again and cure loudly as a sharp pain goes through my head.
'Damn man.' Dave comes nearer, placing a hand on my shoulders, frowning. 'How long have you been awake?'
