I didn’t answer. I remained silent, drinking one glass after another, not stopping.
At this moment, my mind was a chaotic mess. I didn’t know what to do, so I tried to numb myself with alcohol.
Seeing my silence, Luca quietly stayed by my side, drinking with me, one glass after another.
I lost track of time and before I knew it, the bar had emptied out and Camila’s call came through.
"Honey, why aren't you back yet? Are you still at the bar? I’ll come pick you up."
Before I could say anything, the call was abruptly disconnected.
I stared blankly at the phone in my hand, a faint voice in my mind growing louder, urging me to face the reality I had been avoiding.
When Camila arrived, I was still drinking. Seeing me in such a drunken state, she rushed over and snatched the glass from my hand.
"Honey, you can't drink anymore! Let's go, Adrian. We'll go home."
Seeing my furrowed brows, Camila softened her tone, gently placing a hand on me as she guided me toward the door.
As soon as the car door opened, a heavy, greasy scent hit me.
A wave of nausea surged in my stomach and I pushed Camila, who had been holding me, away as I instinctively gagged.