Theodore POV
What's taking her so long? I'm almost out of my mind, going slowly insane, even as Dahlia continues to drink herself senseless, the bottle that I left behind in her room empty now. I stand in the foyer, pacing back and forth, waiting for the telltale sign that Alyssa has come back, listening for the sounds of the car pulling up before the sounds of footsteps approaching the staircase have me turning my head as my wife shuffles into view, her long hair matted against her back and a sick smile on her face as she holds the empty bottle up.
"I hate you Theodore Trace" she slurred.
I raise a brow, unfazed by the venom in her tone of voice. She sways on her feet, looking as though she's filled with glee. The bottle slowly drops from her hand and I watch as it rolls down the ste
