“Because you love Lily more than that.” And it hits me. I’m here. In the fucking car. Debating about a stupid glass of alcohol when Lily is waiting for me upstairs, fighting her compulsions, probably seconds from touching herself. And I’m supposed to be there to help her say no. To stop her. I’m the guy looking out for her the way Ryke is there for me. Rose trusted that I would be able to stay sober and help Lily. And this is the one thing I want to do right.
