Nox

The damn pinging of my iPad brought me back to reality. I ran my hand through my hair as I tried to make sense of the sound. It was dark, the middle of the night, yet the sound wouldn't stop.

Ping.

Ping.

I'd finally fallen asleep after a few too many fingers of whiskey. It didn't seem to matter how much alcohol I consumed—it wasn't enough to wash away my guilt at not being able to help Charli. I should be with her. She should be with me.

Her ...