-- Alexander --

I could hear the sounds of Spencer's laughter echo around the house as I sat in the living room. I nursed a half empty glass of whiskey. The bottle was half empty.

Yeah it was that kind of day.

The storm raged on in my head. I took a swirl of whiskey from the glass and grimaced a little as it made a fiery path down my throat.

The alcohol did little to numb the storm that brewed inside me.

I hadn't for the life of me been able to figure out who had been sending those texts. All my leads had led nowhere. I couldn't do...