QUINN

The walk from the café to home took nearly an hour. While Anna slept peacefully in my arms, I couldn't help but recall her words, remembering the way she had smiled and laughed. Even if it was only for a few hours, she had experienced joy without the constant dread of when that bastard would storm in and scream at her.

I unlocked the front door, my gaze instantly shifting to the figure slouched against the couch. The heavy, choking stench of alcohol slammed into my face, and I instinctively pressed Anna's face into my shoulder to shield her from the odor.

“I told you to stop drinking in...