Chapter 27

JAKE’S POV

I awoke in the morning, a glass of whisky on the coffee table in front of me. I had fallen asleep on my couch, not even bothering to go upstairs and get changed. I just took off my jacket and bowtie and left the rest on. Jonathan had offered to stay the night with me but, honestly, I didn’t need him to see me like this. I yelled, screamed, and cried for at least an hour after I got home before the fourth glass of whisky caught up with me and I passed out.

I had desperately wanted to go see Amalia last night, but everyone told me that I needed to give her time. I knew Amalia and I knew that the more time she had, the more she would think. The more that she thinks, the more she will get caught up in a bad thought pattern. I didn’t know if I could say anything that would help to pull her out of that, but I knew that being stuck in that pattern would bring her to a dark place.

I sat up on the couch, the headache hitting me hard as the mo