Chapter 55

• LUCAS’s POV
• I stood in the doorway of the house, staring out into the night, feeling the weight of the alcohol still coursing through my veins. My jaw was rough with the stubble that had accumulated throughout the day, a reminder of my restlessness. I’d been drowning myself in whiskey for hours, trying to forget the chaos that seemed to follow me wherever I went. But it was never that simple.
• The door creaked behind me, and I turned just in time to see Caleb. His little face crumpled as he saw me—his eyes wide with confusion and fear. The sight of him, startled and upset, made my chest tighten. The nanny had managed to coax him into a quiet sleep, but seeing me like this—like I didn’t give a damn—shattered any semblance of calm I had left.