43. Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Three
Anna
T he problem with experiencing the highs of life while under the influence is that there’s always a dangerous low .
Even without having to imbibe to get through the day, life has its way of throwing you to the wolves, only to bring you back again.
Except, you never know how far, until it’s so bad that you find yourself trapped in a room full of people that helped you get there … only for them to say you’ve gone too far.
That they want a backup for your position.
Looking around the room now, at all the downturned faces and solemn glances while we wait for the man of the hour to finally wake up from his bender, I gnaw at my bottom lip and send a prayer out to the universe that an intervention is the right answer for Toby.
It’ll be better for him in the long run, I know this.
But will he hate me for it?