Ashton Evans opens the door.
He's wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a big black T-shirt with food stains on it. He sips some liquor from the glass he's holding before sparing me a smile.
He looks worse than he did the last time I saw him. This is the third time I'm seeing him and he looks nothing like the neat, composed, and polite man I met at his brother's funeral. I thought that the second time he looked so bad but this has to be the worst I've ever seen him look.
"Oh, you brought me a beer." He smiles a tired smile. "Kind and thoughtful of you."
"Selena said you liked beer," I say as he ushers me into his house.
Ashton looks like a mess but his house looks worse. The living room reeks of sweat and liquor. Bottles of beer are scattered on the floor. A heap of clothes clogging the
