RIO
Three shots of tequila, and four beers later, I was feeling gooood.
I don’t think I can remember a time when I drank this much. I typically stayed away from drinking; I would have the odd beer, but never to this degree.
I suspected it was part grief over my mum and part grief over my own stupidity regarding Liam and David. I still haven’t dealt with any of my emotions on that matter, but how could I?
Bree was still bringing up the matter, even though I told her I didn’t want to talk about it. More than that, I didn’t want to talk to Liam or David. I knew she was getting calls and messages from them, but she always ignored them, and I was grateful for that.
I sat slumped at the table, watching Bree kill at the pool. A few of the locals wanted to challenge her, and I was all for it
