Chapter 59
I’D CHOKED down another few shots in my futile quest for drunkenness when reality again smashed through the faint comforting haze around my brain.
“Kevin?” I needed a second to recognize Alice’s voice.
“What the hell are you doing?” Ceren said.
I lowered the shot glass from my mouth and plonked it back down on Jack’s polished wood bar. “Alice.” My tongue should have stumbled, but it wouldn’t. “Ceren. Glad you’re okay.”
And I was, sort of. I felt completely gutted, but seeming them safe sparked a tiny, almost infinitesimal flicker of pleasure.
They really needed—deserved—a better parent. Any of the random people holding hands in here, even the couple who’d surrendered all pretense of dignity to blatantly neck in the corner, would do better than me.
Someone who could be tru
