Tabitha stayed close to Silas on the bed as he continued to groan in his sleep, as if in pain.

She touched his beard and stroked his face gently. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen you drunk,” she said softly.

There was no response from Silas; he was too inebriated to reply, though he could hear her.

“I want to know why you drink,” Tabitha continued, tears welling in her eyes. “I don’t believe you do it because of me. I’m nobody.” Her hand rested on his face as tears soon started to fall from her eyes.

‘I want to…” Silas said to himself when their eyes met....