Chapter Thirty-Two – KateNew Year's Day 2016
My head throbs, my skin sweating last night's Zinfandel and Shiraz. I need the pain to subside and reach for a stale glass of water at my bedside, and greedily down it.
Taylor's side of the bed hasn't been slept in.
I'm ashamed of my behaviour. I don't know what I said but my subconscious is telling me that I acted out of order and that I upset Taylor. That's booze for you. The first bottle barely touched the sides and the second knocked me plain out. I needed it. It sounds bad, I'm not an alcoholic but I needed it to make myself feel better and drift off, away from everything that I'm dealing with in my life.
My heart was crushed by the overwhelming sense of rejection, and I wanted to ease the pain. Perhaps I got carried away. My headache a
