Olivia sat forward in her chair, fingers interlaced tightly in her lap. The hospital room felt too quiet again, as if it were waiting for something heavy to be spoken.
“Tell us what happened, dear,” she said gently.
Kafziel kept his eyes on the ceiling. The white tiles blurred slightly as his vision unfocused. If I look at them, I’ll have to feel it all again, he thought.
“Nothing happened, really,” he replied flatly.
Jules frowned, arms crossed. “Then why are you here, bro?”
Kafziel let out a slow breath through his nose. The question irritated him more than it should have. Because I messed up, he thought. Because I wasn’t careful.
“I was drunk,” he said finally. “And the rest was… history.”
Olivia stiffened at the word.
“What do you mean, man?” Jules pressed, his voice losing its
