More Than The Marriage
“Promise, just one tall glass.”
I hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. Just one.”
The clink of glasses followed soon after. Cold glass against my palm. I took a cautious sip, the bitter taste coating my tongue. Mira and Janus were already laughing over some inside joke, swaying to the next song.
For a while, I let myself laugh with them. Just one bottle, I reminded myself. It’s Friday anyway.
But my phone was still on the table, screen dark. And beneath the warmth of alcohol, I could almost feel it—like Zed’s words were waiting there, unanswered.
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