Cruz’s POV

“Okay, you have to tell me what is on your mind.”

I look up and see my best friend, Juan, staring at me with an intuitive fixation. We are sitting at the kitchen table first thing in the morning. We are in the flat I am currently renting out because I was not about to stay with my parents in the penthouse suite.

It is one of those modern places that feel business-like and a bit cold. Most of the tables and countertops are jet black granite. ...