Chapter 67

• LAINE
• KELLY ANNE POURSses a sneaky vodka from her dad’s bottle and tops it up with cheap cola. She clinks her glass against mine as she plays some drum and bass compilation I don’t like, as though simply having a bit of alcohol is cause for celebration. It doesn’t feel like it. Not so much.
• I’ve learned since her last birthday that some celebrations mean something, but it seems Kelly Anne didn’t get tagged in that particular life post.