Ghosts of His Father

Elena’s POV

The house is empty and I need a breath of fresh air.

"Where is Marcus when you need that brat?" I groan, searching for my brother.

He can't just release such news and then leave me in suspense, I need more.

I find Marcus slumped against the porch rail, a bottle dangling from his hand. His eyes are glassy, his shirt half untucked, and he smells like he bathed in whiskey.

I should leave him there to wallow. That would teach a lesson.

But my ...