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After a few months under a self-assigned house arrest, Xander had thought he could go right back to his life how it had been. But it turned out it wasnât that easy. It turned out that he was more haunted now than he had ever been, not even because of the shades.
No, now with every drink he felt like he was putting himself in a position to send someone to a grave again. Few knew what he had done, knew about the accident with Clark. He wanted it to stay that way, wanted to forge himself. But the alcohol tasted bitter in a way it never had before, even as he felt himself getting drunker.
When he felt someone sit next to him on the small couch, the house party still buzzing with liveliness, he looked over at the girl and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand even though there was no mess. âCan I help you?â He heard the slur of his words and felt a twist in his gut that made him both want to go home and drink faster.
















