ZAC

“Where are we going?” Haven asked, her hand wrapped around my fingers. 

“To see a friend.” I answered.

It was the next morning after I’d dropped Dahlia and Cassie at their home and told Cassie she could have a paid leave today.

After the amount of alcohol she’d abused her system with, she wouldn’t be able to stay alone and deal with the hangover. I’ve noticed Dahlia wasn’t much of a drinker. 

I wonder why she would take so much when her body could barely tolerate little. 

Through the night, I’d come to realize how devastated she must have been to have drank so much and there was only...