John
I fumbled to pick up the shattered pieces of my phone, cursing myself for my rash behavior. With trembling fingers, I managed to send another text to Marghie, my words a mix of desperation and anger.
"Marghie, stop this nonsense. Come back with me. We need to talk."
The seconds that passed felt like an eternity as I awaited her response, my heart pounding with anxiety and confusion. What had pushed her into the arms of my uncle, and why was she refusing to answer my calls?
In my drunken stupor, I stumbled out of my house, clutching my car keys as if they were a lifeline. The engine roared to life, and I sped off into the night, my mind consumed by thoughts of Marghie and my uncle Daryl.
Arriving at the hotel, I practically fell out of my car and staggered into the lobby. My words
