Killian

DAY TWENTY TWO

I dropped Aspen on her bed and she groaned and then cried out. “My back.” She moved her hand to her back and there was a frown on her face as she kept rubbing her back.

“It hurts. You drop me too hard.” She whimpered and I frowned. I did not. I dropped her carefully. I did not just toss her on the bed.

“It must be hurting from the alcohol. Next time, stay away from alcohol. Now go to sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow.” I made my way to stand up and ...