DEVLIN

Two days have passed.

Can’t tell what the sun looks like or if it even sets after that day. I know the right thing to do. Find the damn girl, make her a lesson.

Easier said.

Easier thought of when I have done is become one with the sheets, with only alcohol in my system to keep me running. The hurt outweighs the anger.

I close my eyes, and I see her. Open them, still see her.

The door creaks open—uninvited, unwanted. Like a shadow I can’t shake, Chris slips in, his face ...