273 SUSPICION

Luke woke up hungry and with a slight headache. He had barely slept for three hours since learning about the incident. He gradually had insomnia; he was seriously wearing himself down with the whole situation. He would stay up into the night brainstorming on what step he should take, most times drowning himself in alcohol. He slept as late as 1 a.m. and was up as early as 4 a.m. He tried lifting himself from the bed but couldn't as he held his head on the bead. He sighed and tried again, dragging himself with all his strength from the bed. He made himself breakfast and took some pills to relieve him of the pain he was having. By the time he was done having breakfast, it was already 6 a.m., and he paused to think after almost every spoon he ate. Luke felt weak and frustrated. He wondered when all the troubles they were facing would finally end. He got dressed and headed to where his car was parked. He was about to open his car when his phone rang—it was Isabella. "Hey darling" "He