Zack’s POVThe glass was already half-empty when my hand trembled and I poured myself another drink. Whiskey burned its way down my throat, a punishment I welcomed, a numbness I craved. The office smelled of stale liquor, faint smoke from the joint I had abandoned in the ashtray, and that heavy musk of despair that never left this room anymore. The mahogany desk that once held contracts and plans was now a cemetery of bottles, crushed pill packets, and half-burned cigarettes. My father would have spat on me if he saw me like this. Alex would have laughed that we were now exactly the same. And Sophia… her face haunted me the most.Two weeks had passed since that night—two weeks since she had chosen survival, chosen her unborn child, chosen to bury us both under silence. And every day since, she had slipped further away from me, further into his arms, into his name, into his world.I had given her nothing but shame, fear, and sorrow. I replayed her eyes that night when she screamed at A
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