Jack.
I lay on my bed with a bottle of whisky in hand, and no matter how many times I find myself at the bottom of that bottle, it never dulls the ache in my chest. Everything she said to me sliced deep, leaving tiny little nicks until finally, a deeper cut formed.
I'm beginning to wonder why I even came back. Rushing here was supposed to be about being with Anna, but now I'm regretting it completely. If I were still in Ireland right now, none of this would have happened.
What I can’t wrap my head around is how her brother knew about me. we hadn’t been keeping it a secret now that Harry had given the all-clear. Not that I cared about all that; I was having her, whether he liked it or not.
Did he see us? If so, does that mean he’s watching? If that’s the case, for what reason?
I bring
