“A shot of vodka, please.”

I said, wondering why one bad thing or the other had to always happen to me.

While I walked out of the house, Mr. Reyes tried to talk to me, but I didn’t even feel like speaking to anyone.

Not at all.

I felt like shit and didn’t even know what to do.

My mouth tasted in displeasure when he gave me his business card. I put it in my purse, walking to Orange Summers, the only place that seemed to understand me.

“And one too, for me.”

A familiar low baritone voice, lurked in surprisingly behind me. I looked behind me, only to see...