It had just hit midnight.

I was curled up on my couch in silk shorts and a loose tee, legs crossed, phone in hand, sipping wine while watching news reruns of Alejandro’s empire continuing to drown.

Clarissa was still in hiding. Her family was off social media. Alejandro was being eaten alive by finance blogs. It was all coming together like poetry.

Then my phone buzzed. From no other than Ezekiel. I swiped the notification bar to see the message. It says..

"Can you come over? I need ...