Erin washed her hands and left the bathroom. She couldn’t handle much more wine or she’d need to stay the night, and that was a very bad idea.
“I’m sorry,” Andie hissed, meeting Erin in the kitchen.
Erin shook her head. “It’s fine. Drinking your drinks and mine is the only way to make sure your family doesn’t realize what’s going on. It’s just killing my liver.”
Andie frowned at her. “I didn’t even think about this when I invited you over. I know one glass is okay, but if I stop drinking, they’ll know something’s going on. Ian already seems suspicious. He’s been asking me all day if I’m okay.”
“Did you think more about telling everyone?”
Andie hesitated for a second then shook her head. “I’m just not ready.”
Erin nodded. She got it. More than Andie knew. She wasn’t ready to tell anyo
