“Hey, if we’re lucky, we’ll forget how f****d up our family is.”
What could I say except, “I’ll drink to that.”
After that, I refused any more shots, but my near-empty stomach absorbed what alcohol I had consumed straight into my bloodstream until my head was spinning, and my brain-to-mouth filter had broken down. Pip and I talked about all the little things we’d missed chatting about during my absence. We’d covered the big stuff when we talked, but this was different. This was the way things used to be—talking about the dress she’d considered buying for a cousin’s baby shower and discussing why the new season of our favorite show wasn’t quite living up to our standards. Our conversation was easy and light and flowed like a summer breeze. That was until my phone began to ring.
“Oh God.
