"Cyn, baby? I need to open the door," sighing she opened her eyes and motioned for him to let her down. Still a bit unsteady she stood on her own and pulled her keys from her pocketbook. She walked in and sat on the couch, again curling up in a ball on the sofa. He locked the door and sat beside her. Reaching out, he moved her hair from her face, like he used to do when she was a child.

"Cyn? What's wrong? Tell me what happened? You drink but you rarely, if ever, let yourself become drunk. What's wrong sweetheart?"

The eyes that looked back at him caused...