I lost track of time as I sat there, drowning in the sorrow of my brother's betrayal. The liquor already did its work. I knew I was beyond drunk. I look up and see Miles still rooted in his seat typing away something on his phone.

Not only that, but I feel hands on my shoulder, I turned to see Macy in a beautiful red dress, she smiled at me, and I'm confused, when did she get here?

“Macy? What are you doing here?”

“I'm here for you, Derick, I missed you so much.”

That voice doesn't ...