ROMAN

As I leave the hospital, I feel this emptiness in my fucking chest that transports me right back to my adolescent years, when all I wanted to do was eat a fucking bullet to make it all go away.

The pain. The anger. And most importantly—the meaninglessness of it all.

Coming face-to-face with Mason Monroe after all this time was not on my bingo card for this year, but I didn't have a choice. I knew Nikki would need her family, and I guessed that something had happened between them when ...