Chapter Seventy-Eight
Yanking on the bottom drawer, Chris took out the almost empty bottle of vodka. His heart racing, he unscrewed the cap, tilted the bottle, and swallowed the remaining liquid.
Who the hell did Marble think he was? He couldn’t come here, apologise for causing his family such heartache and anguish, and expect to be forgiven. Maybe he could. Chris would never forgive him.
After noticing the bottle was empty, he threw it at the wall.
It smashed with a satisfying noise. “Damn you, Marble!”
He paced the same tracks back and forth, differing scenarios playing in his mind.
He imagined clobbering Marble out there on his drive, pictured himself punching him time and again. There was nothing he wanted more.
Edie made an appearance, telling him to calm down, not to hate. How
