Poppi survived the heart attack that should have killed him, but surviving isn't the same as living. Narrowly escaping death didn't make him careful. It caused him to question everything. The routine of daily life. His personal choices. The idea of playing it safe.
But his first time gambling led him to an unexpected rhythm along the Las Vegas Strip.
Casino to casino. Machine to machine. Dice rattled behind plexiglass. The illusion of control settled in his chest. A ritual that became his treadmill.
When the house always wins, and his health is the ultimate stake, will he know when to stop, or will chasing bubble craps machines have unimaginable consequences?
