Andy’s POV
Everything I worked for, the one place that was my sanctuary when I moved back home four months ago, gone. My clothes, my bed, my home, all gone. And it’s not like I can even move back home with my dad, because that home is gone too. It’s been 5 days since the fire, since my birthday and what a weekend it was. Jay and I ended up taking the week off, using up one of our vacations, to see what we need to do to get our lives resituated.
“What the f**k!” I groaned, throwing a letter down on the table. I got up, having Liam and Chris eye me from the side and went through their cabinets. They keep moving the alcohol but I keep finding it, but this time, they did good. Where the hell is it?
“You’re not going to find it so give it up.” Liam sta
