GREY'S POV
The apartment was clean as always. I bent to pick up the only things marring the cleanliness of the room, which were the bottles of booze under the center table.
I had drunk all of them last night, wanting something that would make me sleep and forget everything for a while. Afer ten bottles, I had still felt nothing.The amount of alcohol that would lay a normal man flat on his back had no effect on me. I put the bottles in a trash bag, and the trash bag outside the door where Brent would collect it.
My eyes drifted to the bed. Immediately, my brain conjured up memories of Leila. I went over to the bed, sniffed and wrinkled my nose. The bed and the whole house still smelled of bleach. After Leila left, I had discovered that her smell had been burned into my nostrils, my han
