Andrew POV
The whiskey burns going down my throat. I’ve never been a fan of alcohol. I drink when business requires it, but that's all. I don’t like the cloudiness, the loss of control you get when drinking too much.
Tonight was not a night to be clear-headed. The clearer my mind was, the more her leaving was going to consume it. I had already lost control of what was happening. Alcohol would only help numb the pain of it all now.
I’ve been watching Dani play and sing all evening. She’s as beautiful as ever, maybe more so. There’s a soft glow to her. She seems free, in a sense. Like a weight was lifted off her shoulders.
I cringe every time the light reflects off her scarred neck. She could never be mine. That dream would now have to be laid to rest.
Yesterday I felt hopeful. Dad had
