I’ve almost made it out of my bleak hospital room when Shay shows up. I knew he would. Shay isn’t alone. He’s brought reinforcements again. This time, he’s got my shrink, Dr. Scarborough, with him.
Ten hours in the hospital, and they’re already prepared to have me committed to the nuthouse. So I had a few too many drinks and passed out in my bathroom? It happens to the best of us.
I pause halfway between my bed and the door, trapped.
“See,” Shay says, turning angrily to Scarborough. “This is what happens when he’s left without any supervision. Jesus, I left him last week and already he’s—”
“Shay, please.” Scarborough touches Shay’s shoulder. “Would you give us a moment?”
Shay glares at me, but I know he’s trying to be tough. I can see he’s holding back the tears. Why did he come here?
