I grabbed one of the drinks and downed it in one go, said my final goodbyes to Jenny and then we left.
The drive home was a silent one. I wanted to take back every syllable of the last words I'd said to him, but what would I say? There was this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that our time together was coming to an end and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
When we got home, I went straight to my study, wanting the reassurance of seeing my dead man's switch. I waited impatiently for my laptop to start up. Once it had, I accessed my cloud and clicked on a folder I had labelled NYU. This folder was supposed to contain seven years worth of Luciano books. My blood ran cold when I found it empty.
"Son of a bitch," I said, pulling myself out of the chair. "I'm going out," I said, rushing past Scott in the living room back into the kitchen.
"Where?" he asked with a sigh, following me to the front door. "We should talk about what you said."
