“You made a mistake.”
“I lost all judgment and made myself vulnerable, Matt. I f****d up constantly, and every single time I did, I was drunk.”
“You were in a bad place.” King saw her focus on him now. “But you’re doing better now, right? You’re figuring out how to cope with s**t without diving into a bottle.”
“I guess.”
“You are. You didn’t drink a drop of that wine just ten feet away from where we’re sitting, did you?”
“No.”
“Well, there you go.” He took a deep breath. “You could have downed that whole bottle to escape from seeing him again tonight, to escape what he did to you, but you didn’t. You stared it down, you called for help. You survived it, you got through. You’re a survivor.”
“I’m not.” Her voice broke. “I was the perfect victim – I created this whole life where I coul
