Emily's POV
I dropped my phone on the counter, then I rested my arms on the kitchen island, my eyes focused on the man flipping through the pages of my picture books, I felt like lips, still moist and tasted like him.
A surreal feeling bubbled in my belly, and I walked over to the rack where I pulled out two flutes and a cup, one thing I loved about Joan, she never lacked her liquid courage, that was why I could never take her anywhere, and tried my best not to let her get close to Henry.
I knew she would be ripping his clothes out with any chance she got, that was my baby sister, a reflection of who I used to be.
I had put a stop to liquor for a while, but today, with my heavy heart I shamelessly agree to be assisted with the grief, maybe I needed a little courage myself, to help
Calm the burning feeling between my legs and the furnace in my heart.
