Kyle's POV
I slammed the door of my car shut harder than I intended to, the sound echoing louder than necessary in the morning air. The hangover still hadn’t worn off completely, even though the day was already bright, and the pounding in my skull was a cruel reminder of this morning's mistake. Another one. One more to the long list of poor choices I kept making in a futile effort to numb the ache in my chest.
After that scene with Lillian the previous night after the park incident - her disgust, her accusation, her despicable words - I couldn’t bear to go home, to face her, for fear I might eventually lose my temper if she so much as said another cruel word about Ava. Instead, I checked into a hotel and spent the night drinking, drowning in more alcohol than my liver could tolerate. Tha
