Chapter 161
My head was pounding, and I looked up at a completely hammered Daniel Brooks. “You’re drunk. Let me take you home. Where do you live?”
Daniel’s face was flushed, swaying a little as he raised his voice.
“I’m not drunk! Who said I’m drunk? I’m not! I just... I want to see Grace. Isabella, can you help me? I really want to see her…”
He rambled on and knocked back another glass.
I yanked the drink out of his hand, worried he’d drink himself to death.
“Stop drinking. Just tell me your address so I can take you home. Otherwise, I’m dumping you at a hotel!”
There was just a news story today about someone dying from heartbreak and alcohol, and the friend who was with them was held accountable. I really didn’t want to be that person.
Daniel tried to snatch his glass back, but he was way too slow and uncoordinated. His head lolled for a second, then he suddenly slumped forward and smacked his forehead against the table with a thud, eyes shut, still murmuring Grace’s name.
I rubbed my temple, al

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