Chapter 50
Moira
My feet ache as I carry the fresh pot of coffee to a table filled with drunken teenagers that probably came from some or other underage party, living their best lives. I can’t even judge them for underage drinking because all I can do is wish I had more of those nights with friends. Sure, I had my honeymoon with Britney, and that was a lot of fun, but what would my life have been like had I lived on the wild side a bit more often? The group laughs loudly at something one of the girls says, and I feel my own smile tugging at my lips. It is nights like these that my bruised feet and tired arms are worth it. Seeing people happy, enjoying life, brings me a form of joy that brightens up the parts of me that died when my life started slipping through my fingers.
The door to t
