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Pilar stormed out of her room and into the kitchen. Justin and Dex were sitting at the table, talking quietly, when she stomped past them. Both men stopped their conversation and looked at her. She ignored them and went to the freezer, where she thought she saw a bottle of liquor.
She was wrong. No liquor in the freezer. Or the fridge. Or in the cabinets she opened and slammed shut.
Howler whimpered, but she needed alcohol. It was rare that Pilar drink, but she wasn’t going to sit there and feel sorry for herself. Alcohol would drown her pain for the night since Jack wasn’t there. And wouldn’t be again.
“Are you looking for something?” Justin asked, startling her. She’d almost forgotten he was there.
“Alcohol. Anything.”
“That’s probably not a good idea,” Dex said.
She smirked at
