POV: Joseph
Sometimes, it's easy to fall into old habits. But, I can still remember idolizing Dean and doing everything he instructed because I wanted to be like him. I also remember feeling responsible for keeping secrets hidden and the family together.
Now, I find myself back in the house I left behind so many years ago. It still smells the same—the fresh scent of roses in a distillery.
I entered the house via the backdoor, which is always unlocked. Opera music plays upstairs, and that's where I head.
I open the last door at the end of the hall.
It's my mother's room. She's passed out of her floral-patterned loveseat.
Her blonde hair and clothes are disheveled.
She cradles a vodka bottle. A half-empty bottle of orange juice is next to her feet. There's a full glass next to her on
