I watched as he laughed and pulled out a half pint of Hennessy and opened the cap, pouring the rest out on the grass. He needed this talk more than anything, but I was wise enough to know that he wouldn’t stop drinking. It took me a while to sit the bottle down during my grief. Had I not, I wouldn’t have been able to enjoy a drink every now and again now. Ezra had to be ready to put the bottle down and deal with his emotions head on.
i pray he gets help
