I was surprised how clean the living room was compared to the rest of the house or, more accurately, I was surprised at the lack of liquor bottles.
"What have you been doing, Sarah…" I mumbled to myself.
"What was that?"
I jumped as Sarah broke me from my thoughts. She looked leagues better than she had a few minutes ago: her hair was tied up, and she had changed into a new set of clothes.
"I was just looking around. I've been worried about you."
"Have you? I wonder…"
"Don't be like that, Sarah! You know I love you and I'm sorry that I hurt you. But this…" I motioned to the kitchen, "this is crazy. You're going to kill yourself!"
She didn't argue. Instead, she simply stared at me with a defiant look that somehow said "If I do, it's your fault." But it wasn't my fault. I may have m
