Chapter 118

Marcus's eyes were definitely off—kinda glassy—and he was swaying a bit in his seat. He pointed straight at Elaine and said, "Sooner or later, you're gonna have to tell me." "She's my wife, Audrey. And yeah, I couldn't stand her, but I know her way too well. You're not her." His words were slurred, his tone thick with alcohol. Elaine could tell he was drunk out of his mind. Still, there was always truth in drunken rambling, and something in what he said felt too real to dismiss. She was at least glad that he was buzzed enough to stop pushing. Any more sober and he'd for sure demand more answers. "Marcus, you're really out of it," Elaine said, setting her glass down and trying to help him up. But he stayed put, not budging an inch. He just kept repeating, "One day, you'll tell me... right?" Right when she was considering whether to just play along for now, his head suddenly dropped forward—right onto her. "Marcus? Hey?" Elaine poked his shoulder, shook him a little. Nothing. The man had