Christian’s POV

　　The world spun around me, a chaotic blur of hazy lights and muffled sounds. I knew I’d had too much to drink, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. The tension, the frustration of the past few days had finally caught up to me, and in a moment of weakness, I sought refuge in the bottle.

　　But now, lying on Hannah’s bed, I regret it.

　　Joseph’s words echoed in my mind, clear and sharp despite the fog of alcohol. He’d revealed ...