Her eyes sparkled as her whole body language changed. For a few seconds, she looked like a five-year-old that couldn't contain their joy or excitement. There was this lingering dullness of alcohol in her eyes, but it was almost overshadowed by the energy in her eyes.
"You will help me!"
Her words made me blink a few times.
"Sorry, WHAT?"
"You will help me get him back... you will help me make him not be angry with me..."
"I'm sorry what? How do you imagine I could do that?"
It was clear that alcohol was making her thoughts go in slow motion as she tried to figure out what I said. Then it took her a few more moments to fully understand what I was asking and then she just said.
"You will make him forgive me... you will return him to me..."
I stared at her even more confused and I was
