Royce

“Hey, how was work?” I asked, pouring myself a glass of bourbon. After sessions with Lou, I always felt better about washing the time down my throat. It was never enough to get drunk, just to sip while I relaxed. I called Carrigan, wanting to hear her voice after the long day. Mentioning her to Lou had helped plant the need in my chest.

“A long, long day. Just always something. But I’m glad to be home, and off my feet, that’s for sure. ...