Chapter 8

Barry – POV

“Should I say, you messed up? Or how am I going to place it, you really did mess up, Camile!”

I shouted, my hand on the glass tightened, my eyes heavy with anger that had reddened my eyes.

I was seated on the stool at the bar section in our house, my heart raced with anticipation as I glared at the liquor in my glass. The liquid shimmered under the pendant light like it held all the wrong choices I had made.

“Camile, have you been listening?” I turned to her.

She was sitting on the arm of the couch, her legs crossed lazily, mindlessly...