Malone

“I don’t even know where to start.” I take a drink from the bottle, relishing the cold liquid going down my throat, wishing like hell it was something stronger. Something that would give me a little more courage than what I have right now. Being honest is hard, laying yourself bare is hard, and doing it in front of the person I hurt the most in the process of me finding myself? Damn near unbearable.

“Start from the beginning.” He also takes a drink, before ...