Chapter 48:
Sara's Point of View
I can't sleep again tonight. My head's pounding from all the crying, and the wine isn't helping anymore. The clock on my phone says it's 3:27 AM. Another sleepless night, thinking about Max. Always about Max.
The bathroom light feels too bright as I stare at myself in the mirror. God, I look awful. My eyes are all puffy and red, mascara everywhere. There are seven empty wine bottles on the counter now I've been counting them like they're keeping score of my bad decisions. Twenty five bottles for seven days of trying to forget what happened last weekend. But I can't forget. I never can.
It's been six years since Eva died. Six years, two months, and fifteen days, to be exact. Yeah, I keep track. Pathetic, right? But that day changed everything. I really
