Ezra
I sit in my car at the clubhouse yard, staring at the text Ray sent.
Ray: Be at the clubhouse in an hour. Bring your VP vest.
My stomach churns because I know what this is. God, Ray, please.
A lump settles in my throat, and I stare out at the yard. Everyone’s already gathered, music thumping loudly as they giggle and chatter.
They don’t know what’s about to happen. They don’t know…my throat closes up.
I push the door open and step out, marching down the yard.
“Yo! VP!” Someone shouts, but I don’t reply.
I need a f*****g drink.
My mind is a mess, thoughts spinning out of control. I make a beeline straight to the bar once I step in, and I’m thankful Lizzy isn’t here.
I grab a glass, and on a second thought, I decide against it. The bottle will do.
As I take a swig, I see Dono
