Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
My heart ached through the hazy fog that had overtaken my mind, the alcohol only magnifying the hurt, pulling me deeper into the abyss of sorrow. I knew I was drunk, but it did not matter. Nothing mattered anymore. The Don was right. I had no one, no one but him. The realization constricted me like a vice, wrapping around my chest until I could barely breathe. All my hope had vanished, scattered like dust in the wind, leaving behind only emptiness.
Should I give up? Probably. No one cared about me anymore, not even my own mother, the one person who was supposed to love me unconditionally.
She did not love me. She never did.
The cold truth sank deeper into my soul, making me feel numb. I had heard people say that the most genuine love was the one share
