Lorenzo's POV
The moment I herd the click of the door in the silent house, I exhaled a breath I had no idea I was holding. Stretching my left hand, I grabbed a glass and turned on the faucet with my right.
Placing the tumbler on the counter, I reached toward the running water and splashed a good handful on my face twice before I turned it off. I wiped my face with my palms and sighed, blinking away the wetness from my lids.
I grabbed the glass cup and walked to the fridge, retrieving a can of beer while at it and strode back to the living room. I was in no mood for whiskey as I clicked open the can and poured a large amount into the glass.
Taking a large gulp, I felt the liquid run down my throat as my thoughts were a scattered mess. Minutes rolled by and the can was finally empty, yet it did nothing to calm the emotions bubbling within me.
