MIA’S POV
“Griffin?” I called out. The house is silent with only the wind blowing outside and the rain falling on the roof.
“Griffin?” I walked inside the study, we’re he laid his head on the table. I don’t know how to handle this kind of pain he’s feeling right now, losing the woman he saw as a mother and his brother 24hours apart, I don’t even want to comprehend what he’s feeling. The bottle of whiskey is on top of the table, but there is barely a drop out of it.
“Griffin?” I placed my hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah?” he opened his eyes just enough to glare at me. His eyes were bloodshot from all the smoke and crying. His clothes were full of ash and the smell of smoke.
“Go have a shower. Rosie is still up. She would like to see her father. She hasn’t seen you in two days.” I said
