Royce

The drive to the bar was quick but quiet. I barely registered anything. Nico was trying to keep me in the moment but was not succeeding. I kept going over in my head what Kaitlyn had told me, that there was something to do with flowers and a card? And how her last name was wrong? I didn’t get it. What did any of that mean, and how was I supposed to piece together any meaning behind it?

I kept feeling nauseous as I recalled my argument with ...