I lost track of time as I sat there, drowning in the sorrow of my brother's betrayal. The liquor had already done its work.

I knew I was beyond drunk. I looked up and saw Miles still rooted in his seat, typing away at something on his phone.

Not only that, but I felt hands on my shoulder. I turned to see Macy in a beautiful red dress.

She smiled at me, and I was confused. When did she get here?

“Macy? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for you, Derick. I missed you so much.”

That voice didn’t sound like Macy’s, I thought. And Macy’s hair color is...