I sat there, staring into the empty glass. My reflection shimmered on the surface — tired, bitter, and filled with regret.
“What could Mannie have gone through?” I muttered under my breath. “What did I make her face?”
I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. All this time, I’d been angry at her for things I didn’t even know, while she might have been fighting battles far darker than I imagined.
I pushed the glass away and stood. The room swayed slightly from the alcohol, but my mind was clearer than it had been all night. I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door.
Just as I reached for the handle, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I glanced at the screen. The caller read; Granddad.
I didn’t hesitate to answer. “Hello, Granddad.”
“Yo!” The old man’s deep voice boomed through the speaker.
