GRIFFIN’S POV
“Are you okay?” Dawn asks the moment I step through the front door. I search with my eyes where Mia was, but she’s not in sight.
“Yeah,” I answered in a low tone, trying to avoid the conversation that’s about to f*****g happen.
“I don’t feel like talking,” I said quickly before Dawn starts with her pity.
“Okay, I need to get home. Mia is upstairs with Rosie,” she warns, or that’s what I think she does. I just need to be f*****g alone. I walked to the study, hoping to find alcohol in the drawer.
“Jackpot.” I pulled the bottle out, grab two glasses and pour the whisky into it.
“Cheers” I salute the other glass who was meant for Mark. I waited years for him to see what Lucy did to me, years I waited for him to love me as his brother, and the day he finally saw it, h
