Chapter 17 Not Too Okay

Caspian I slumped into the armchair, the soft cushions enveloping me like a warm hug. The coffee table in front of me held a bottle of whiskey and a glass, which I'd been nursing for the past hour. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, mesmerizing me as I lifted it to my lips. The burn of the whiskey down my throat was a welcome distraction from the throbbing headache that had been plaguing me all day.