Ethan’s POV

I woke up with a sour taste in my mouth, the inside of my head pounding like I’d spent the night headbutting bricks. My body felt sluggish, like I’d been dragged through mud.

I remembered the bar. The whiskey. The way Allen just sat there and let me talk. Or fall apart. Maybe both.

I didn’t remember how I got home. Only that Allen must’ve handled it.

After showering and trying to wash the alcohol from my skin, I pulled on a fresh T-shirt and slowly made my way downstairs. ...