I came home from work to find Aiden waiting outside my door.
Since the day I moved in, he had always called ahead on the rare evenings he came by.
He didn't live there.
Tonight he was slumped on the floor with his head buried between his knees, and the liquor coming off him stung my nose from three feet away.
Aiden was drunk.
Weston had ambushed me on my way to work, and now Aiden was waiting for me at the end of it.
The day had clearly decided not to let me off easy. I crouched down in front of him. "Aiden, wake up."
He lifted his face, and his eyes were shot through with red.
My stomach dropped.
Aiden had been in a fight, and one side of his face had swollen up.
I had never once seen him this wrecked. I held a hand out to him. "Get up."
He took it and hauled himself upright, h
