Drew let out a long breath and leaned back against the couch, rubbing his face with both hands. For a moment, the only sound in the apartment was the low hum of the refrigerator and the muted city noise seeping through the windows.

I sat there with my elbows on my knees, staring at the bottle in my hands like it might give me answers I didn’t have.

“Do you regret going there tonight?” Drew asked quietly.

I took a slow breath. “No. I regret shouting. I regret scaring her. I regret the ...