Nathan

I glance at myself in the mirror, and I can’t believe the madness I’m about to commit. I shake my head slowly, spritz on a bit of my favorite cologne, and finish getting ready.

Then I walk over to my nightstand and, not caring how early it is, pour myself another glass of liquor, letting the fruity taste slide down my throat. I lose track of how many glasses I’ve had.

There’s a knock at the door. For a split second, I consider letting them in—but ever since rumors about my ...