Chapter 204 Trust Issues

• I awoke the next morning to pounding on my door. At least, it sounded like pounding to my throbbing head. I hadn’t been hungover in so long that I had forgotten how horrific it felt.
• I groaned as I tried to sit up in bed. How much wine did we have the previous night? I remembered talking about Bob’s arrest and complaining about Andrew, but the wine…
• Bile came up my throat as I stood. Now, I remembered. We finished off that entire Magnum—the equivalent of two Standard bottles—in a little over two hours.