“Dale, thank you for bringing Enzo home,” I said, walking him downstairs after we’d gotten Enzo to our room.
“It’s nothing,” he said and glanced at me. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m okay now,” I said.
“Good. Don’t worry about Enzo like this. Get some rest, Bella,” he said.
I nodded.
“Ah, Dale. Where did you find him?”
“At his office. He was drinking alone.”
“Why? Did something happen at the company?” I frowned.
“You should ask Enzo, Bella,” he said.
“Ah. Okay.”
“Get some rest, Bella. It’s late,” he said.
“Okay. Thanks again, Dale. Drive safe.”
“I will. Goodnight, Bella.”
“Goodnight, Dale.”
After he left, I closed the door and went straight to the kitchen. I needed to make coffee, get medicine, and water for Enzo. To sober him up.
He was drunk because of me. I wa
