C21 Thin lines
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
ALEX DAVALO
Don't just be a coward!
Sandro had returned late that night. The moment he stepped into the room, I knew something was off. He reeked of alcohol, and his usually sharp eyes were glazed over like he wasn’t fully there. His movements were sluggish, almost like he was moving through water, and it was clear to me that he was in no state to talk
