(Victoria)
The wine finally got to him around one in the afternoon. Marcus had been drinking since I got home, going over his stupid plans, muttering about Sophie like she was some kind of ghost haunting him. I sat there pretending to listen, nodding when he looked at me, making the right sounds at the right times.
He kept rubbing his eyes and yawning. The stress and alcohol were wearing him down. Good. I needed him tired. I needed him to stop watching me like I was going to disappear.
"I'm going to rest for a bit," he said, stumbling toward the living room. "Wake me up in an hour. We need to send those messages to Sophie's parents."
"Of course," I said sweetly. "Get some sleep. You need it."
He collapsed on the sofa without even taking his shoes off. Within ten minutes, he was snorin
