Chapter 147
- MICHEAL'S POV
- FEW HOURS EARLIER
- The liquor burned as it slid down my throat, but it didn't sting as much as the thoughts clawing through my head. My fingers drummed against the glass, a restless rhythm that gave away what I was trying to bury under the alcohol. I promised myself I wouldn't drink again for my child's sake. Yet, here I am…drowning deep in it.