Chapter 103
- Marco
- The whiskey burned going down, but I welcomed it. Hell, I needed it. The more it stung, the better. I needed it to hurt. I needed something to remind me I was still breathing.
- I wanted to drown myself and mute the raging voices in my head. I didn’t want to think anymore. I was tired of thinking. I had done too much of that, and I was going nowhere with it.