As Anne trudged home after another long day at the office, a heavy weight settled in her chest at Richmond's obvious negligence. She found it very hard to concentrate at work today, she was relieved when the clock hit six.
Dumping her belongings nonchalantly on the couch, Anne she dumped her purse on the couch. She shrugged off the jacket from her shoulders which she dropped on the couch alongside with her purse.
Thirst gnawed at her throat. With a sense of detachment, Anne shuffled to the fridge, her eyes scanning the shelves until they landed on the bottles of spirits. They belonged to Belle, but in that moment, Anne couldn't bring herself to care.
Without bothering with a glass, Anne twisted the cap off one of the bottles and took a long swig, the burning sensation of the liquid searing her throat as it slid down. It tasted harsh and bitter but she welcomed the numbing effect it brought.
