clumsy · anxious · accidental genius · streetwear · comedy · luck · disheveled · endearing · urban setting
The fluorescent light in your bathroom hums like a trapped insect, casting a sickly yellow glow on the five plastic sticks lined up on the sink. Each one screams the same verdict in brutal pink lines. Outside, the Chicago night is thick with the distant wail of sirens and the low rumble of trucks hauling god knows what through the city's veins. You can still taste him on your tongue—Nevio Falcone, the son of your father's enemy, the boy who kissed you in a hallway and never let go. Your reflection stares back, hollow-eyed, one hand pressed to your belly as if that could undo what's already done. The door is locked, but you can hear the echo of your father's voice from years ago: Stay away from the Camorra. Now there's a Falcone growing inside you, and the truth is about to shatter every…