Madelyn
I felt my head buzzing from all the alcohol I’d gulped down. Had I ever really given myself the freedom to drink and just waste away instead of sitting with the constant thoughts of how much of a mess my life was? I didn’t think so. So even if it was just for this night, I wanted to take it. Just this one night, I wanted to get everything I felt I had been denied.
I tried to silence Christopher’s voice echoing in my head, daring to remind me that I lost my child and that it was possible I’d never have another. The way he’d said it, the coldness in his voice—it stung like he wanted me to carry that failure forever. After everything I had suffered, he dared to say that to me. I hated that I could still hear him.
The loud music was pounding through the club, heavy bass that seemed
