CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
ADAM’S POV
Its almost midnight when I come back home. Dad is dosing off on the chair, a beer in hand and clearly drunk out of his mind. My heart plummets to the pit of my stomach. I know exactly what this means. He had a fight with mum. Whenever its almost the anniversary of Archie, the tension inside this house become high. I clench my jaw then unclenched it, feeling pain racking up every living cell in my body. Its almost numbing how it scours every inch of me, impaling me in its grip.
I took the bottle off his hands and that’s when I realize it is unopened. He barely moves or opens his eyes. Settling next to him, I open the beer, sighing as it touches my lips.
“There is so much I want to tell you, Dad,” I have no idea why I’m speaking to him, despite knowing he
