50. Go home, Alessio
FIFTY
GO HOME, ALESSIO
Alessio
Lake never mailed the letter. The next day, my sister had her babies. I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to spend time with them since I don’t know where Val’s life will take her and if her babies’ daddy is going to survive my wrath or not.
With Leo in the house and my sister busy with newborns, I was needed at home.
Besides, Lake is over me. She’s moving on and seems to enjoy her job at the local college.
I’m not the kind of man who accepts defeat easily, but I’m intimately familiar with the laws of power, and I know when I must retreat. On my way to the airport, I pass by her house and realize that the part of me only Lake could reach has died.
But I noticed the city sent someone to fix the streetlight.