He slips his cell in his pocket and then he shoves the bagged bottle in my chest. “Cheers.” He backs up, waiting for me to unwrap the paper bag. I don’t have to. I’ve opened enough Maker’s Mark to recognize the red waxy seal on the neck. He handed me bourbon whiskey. He wants me to drink and break my sobriety. It’s not going to— Lily darts beside me with a high-pitched scream, steals the bottle out of my hands and chucks it at Scott. The bottle, still in the bag, makes a loud impact on the wall beside his head. He jumps back in surprise, the glass shattering and whiskey dripping down the
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AS SHE SHOULDDD. LILY IS GROWING WINGS OMG.
