when the white stuff comes out, he gets out of her bed and goes back to…he goes downstairs for a drink.” Gibsie reached up and wiped a tear from his cheek. “He’s bad, Liz. He does it at my house, too.” My eyes widened in horror. “To Caoimhe when she sleeps over?” Gibsie paused for a moment before closing his eyes and nodding.
Stop, i can't do this anymore
