When Libby walked in the front door, Tyler was sitting on the couch, glass in hand and a bottle of whiskey on the nearby end table.
"Did you start the party without me?" She set her purse down and kicked her shoes off.
"We need to talk."
"What's wrong? Is your mom okay?"
"My mom is fine. We need to talk about us."
"What about us?" Libby started to brace herself for the words, trembling slightly. "You have been drinking the hard stuff. Are you sure that we should be doing any talking right now?"
"If I don't do this now, my mom will yell at me." Tyler smirked.
"Ok. I will admit that I am a little scared right now."
"You and me both. I haven't been completely honest with you."
"About?" Libby sat at the opposite end of the sofa, tucking her feet underneath her.
"This whole situat
