Zach was wallowing in his misery with a glass of Bourbon in his hand. He was miserable, worried ,scared and helpless and was debating on drowning himself in alcohol. He had been holding the cup for thirty minutes but could not bring himself to drink.
A knock on the door broke him from his daze as he wondered who could be visiting him. Thinking it might be Jake with news he hurried to open only to find the last people he wanted to see.
“Miranda, Brooke what do you want.” he growled not in the mood to entertain them.
“We came to see how you are , we heard what happened with Ana." Miranda spoke pushing him to enter.
“Her name is Ava and who told you about that?”Zach asked glaring at both women.
Brooke was quiet letting Miranda talk for them. Her focus was on clinging to Zach who kept pus
