Chapter Ten
Full House
Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.— Jack London
LUKAS
There’s a special silence that resides in the communities of the rich—a sort of natural serenity that sits beside them, eats at their tables… sleeps in their beds. It’s an essence of peace that can only accompany power, and the rich buy it like property.
Calm is their neighbor.
Calamity was mine.
And despite the differences in our upbringings, I never felt like I wasn’t at home in Foxx’s house, never felt like I didn’t belong—even when the noise of the city streets stuck to my clothes like the smell of smog or smoke.
Not until tonight.
As I drive up the lighted entrance into Foxx’s estate, I feel almost self-conscious—as if I’ve brought the noise with me a
