CHAPTER 87: NOT TONIGHT

LUCA

If I don’t get out of this house, I’m going to start peeling the wallpaper with my bare hands.

The espresso in my cup is bitter, sharp, strong—exactly how I like it. But all it does is aggravate the pressure clawing its way up my throat.

Breakfast is tense.

My mother is seated at the he...

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