Daniel’s Pov

The music was loud. The air smelled like stale beer and something sweet. I tossed another dart at the board. It landed just outside the bullseye.

"Still got it, old man," Jake ribbed from the couch. He took a long gulp of his drink. His apartment was a mess. Empty pizza boxes, dirty clothes, general Jake chaos. But it was familiar. Comforting in a weird way.

I grabbed another dart. My mind drifted back to the past few days. Sienna’s silence. Lila’s anger. The whole messy ...