Chapter 209
LUKE DIDN'T WANT TO BE AWAKE.
He didn't want to be alive.
His bladder had needs.
He cracked one eye open.
Light streamed in around the blackout curtains, which meant it was probably early afternoon or later.
Fuck, when had he come home?
Drinking at Marco's had turned rowdy. He was pretty sure they'd broken at least one piece of furniture before Luke had passed out.
Christ, he shouldn't drink.
He pushed the comforter down. Paper crinkled. He frowned and felt around until he touched a piece of crumpled paper.
A note from his mom.
God, he was an awful son.
He squinted at the words, his still-fuzzy brain puzzling their meaning out. All that really mattered was one: groceries.
Luke tossed it onto the nightstand and stared at the ceiling.