Alex’s povThe bartender gave me a glass filled with whiskey. As I took a little sip, I felt the burn in my throat. I stared ahead, counting the bottles on the shelf, wondering how this night was going to go. What was my mother thinking? What was with her theatrics and her kindness? It felt suspicious… maybe too suspicious.While I took another sip, I noticed my sides were flanked by two people. I looked to my left and found Marcus, then turned to my right to find Julian smiling at me. I rolled my eyes.“What do you two want?”They laughed simultaneously.“Look, we just want to know how you’re doing. You look down in the dumps, man,” Marcus said, slapping my back as if we were comrades.I shrugged him off. “I’d like to be alone now, thank you.”Julian leaned in, and I could smell the whiskey on his breath.“How about we stop acting like we’re enemies and we start acting like we’re actually family members? This gala, your mother… she was totally off the rails, man. You should have seen
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