Chapter 89

• Zachary's POV
• "Are you going to kill yourself with alcohol?" the lady asked with a smile. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Her words reminded me of what Winnie used to say whenever I wanted to drink, even though she drank as well. Yet, she always insisted that I shouldn't drink.
• Even her smile and body figure were the same as Winnie’s. Could it be that she’s not dead? I rubbed my eyes, thinking I was dreaming, but when I lowered my hands, I realized it wasn’t a dream— it was really Winnie standing before me.