Books Like Unwind Novels & Stories

One bottle of red, slightly dusty, aged just enough to make me feel like I had good taste. Back upstairs, I stripped. All the way down. Even the underwear, because honestly, why not? Then, without thinking, I pulled out my comfort shirt. You know the one. Extra large. Faded logo. Torn at the collar. Maybe once belonged to an ex, maybe I bought it at a Goodwill. Who knows? It's mine now. I curled up on my bed, remote in one hand, wine glass in the other. My night was officially on. And nothing says solo comfort like blood, chaos, and Drew Barrymore answering a creepy phone call.