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Another bing—and then an incoming message.

Have you thought about my invitation to the fair? I’d like the company. Let me know

I recalled his gruff, lumberjack voice when we talked on the phone last week before the shit storm of chemotherapy sessions started with my father. Those long, uncertain nights sitting next to him, holding his hand, worrying about losing him. I stared at the screen, my hands hovering over the keyboard, trembling. What was I going to say?

I reached for the bottle of wine and filled my glass, thinking. Sips turned into gulps, and before I knew it, the bottle was empty. I swallowed the last drop before sinking deep into the inviting heat of bath water—and texting Liam: Wanna come over?Chapter 6

The phone was ringing, startling me.

My hands were trembling, and I almost dropped the cell phone in the water.

Liam was calling, I thought, my head fuzzy from the alcohol.

I answered. “Hello?”