Lucas's POV
I rise from the bar stool, ignoring the girl's voice calling after me. "Hey—" she says, but I don't even glance back. I came here for peace, not for meaningless company. The heavy bass fades behind me as I step out into the cool night air.
The sky is dark, almost velvet, and the city lights blur slightly in my vision. I unlock my car and slide inside, the faint dizziness from that single glass of whiskey still clouding my head. I know it's wrong to drive after drinking, but it was only one glass… just enough to quiet my thoughts.
The drive home is quiet. Streetlights blur past like fading stars, and by the time I reach the apartment, the city has fallen asleep. It's late — too late. Dr. Jim is probably resting.
