Chapter 65 Layla

• “They never liked me.” He says, still looking out the window. “They think I’m some drunk who stole their daughter, ruined her, and caused her death.”
• His face is expressionless as he speaks. My fingers clutch my glass as I listen. His forehead wrinkles, and his brow furrows like he’s lost in thought.
• “I admit, yeah. I had a problem with drinking when Deanna was alive, and after I came back from the military service—”