CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SOMETHING RECKLESS
I’ve tried to get Mark off my mind. God knows I’ve tried. But the more the drinks keep coming, the tighter the ache grips my chest like a fist refusing to let go. The pain doesn’t dull. Instead, it sharpens, wrapping around my throat like a noose. I hate that he broke my heart. I hate that he ruined my ego. I hate that he made me feel like I wasn’t enough. That I’m still sitting here thinking about him while he’s probably fast asleep in our bed like none of this even matters.
I stare down at the glass in my hand, watching the amber liquid swirl like it holds the answers. Maybe if I drink fast enough, hard enough, I’ll forget everything; him, the lies or how he couldn’t believe me until the detectives showed him proof.
I’d left my phone back at the h
