Kiran
“You should go to bed and try to get some sleep,” Shepard said from the armchair he was sprawled out in, sipping a whiskey and looking like he had no intention of taking his own advice. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
I scoffed at him as I splashed more whiskey in my own glass and stumbled back to the couch. I was hoping the alcohol would make me pass out, because the idea of sleep seemed to be a foreign concept. And the mention of going to bed only made the hollow pit that had settled into my stomach hours ago threaten to lurch up and become a churning beast again. Sleeping in the bed I shared with Daisy without her was an insurmountable task. It was two in the morning, however, and after at least a full bottle of whiskey, all it was accomplishing was giving me a headache.
