Orchestrated Tragedy

Arturo barely stayed conscious as Chiara dragged his heavy arm over her shoulder. He stumbled beside her, reeking of alcohol, his breath was uneven, his eyes red and glassy. The ride to her house had been silent except for him mumbling Bruno’s name under his breath like a prayer he knew would never be answered again.

When she finally pushed her front door open, Arturo almost collapsed forward.

“Ea