Mia’s POV
“Rosie is sleeping,” Dawn said when she opened the front door. Rosie is curled up on the couch with her pink teddy bear.
I sigh and an enormous one plotting down on the kitchen stool.
“That bad hey?” Dawn asked pouring whiskey for the both of us.
“You have no idea.” she smiled a sympathetic smile and handed me the glass.
“It's like he’s slipping again, and this time I feel like I don't have enough strength to pull him up.” I gulp down the whiskey.
“I don't know what to do Dawn. I thought him being back and in Rosie’s life everything would change, but his more paranoid than ever before. He accused me of being scared of him, I’m not scared of him. Yes, I do feel unsaved, his past keeps hunting us, but I know he will never hurt any of us.” I emptied the glass and Dawn pou
