“If you want to help me, you’ll give me one more.” “Last one,” Big E said, pouring a finger of whiskey into my glass. “I’m not giving up on you, Kacey.” I raised my drink in a mock toast and took a sip. I clinked my teeth painfully on the edge of the glass, ruining the I’ve-got-my-shit-together-thank-you-very-much vibe I was trying to exude.
