SILAS

Pain hit before I even opened my eyes.

I groaned and pressed a hand against my forehead, immediately regretting every glass of whiskey I had poured into myself the night before.

My mouth was dry, my head felt like someone had driven something through it, and the light pushing through the curtains made opening my eyes feel like more effort than it was worth.

Three weeks of this. I drank until I could stop thinking about Maya, woke up feeling like shit, promised myself I wouldn’t do it again, then did it again anyway.

The mattress shifted beside me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

My eyes opened.

Isabella...