Chapter8

#Chapter8

He needed to go shopping or something. He checked the cupboard but only found a single slice of bread and even that was a crust. He tried to remember the last time he had eaten anything decent; he couldn't. For the most part, he ordered takeaways and ate out. The rest were quick and easy things that even drunk him could throw together.

/"How about we go out for breakfast?/" Stryker asked the kid, offering Maddy another withering look. /"He can stay here and deal with whatever mess he's made./"

/"Helping you improve your home is a real mess, huh?/" Maddy snorted.

/"I liked it the way that it was./" Stryker eyed the whisky bottle that sat on top of the fridge and forced his eyes away. The tremors seemed to have stopped but his head's pounding was relentless.

/"Jamie's room should be sorted,/" Maddy added helpfully. /"I ordered him some things to make it feel more homely./"