“They didn't used to be like that,” he sighs, gripping the steering wheel. “My mom and River, I mean.” I raise my brow and turn my body toward him with my hands in my lap. “I didn't think they did,” I whisper. He squeezes his eyes shut and pushes out a harsh breath. “He ruined us. Allen is the reason we all struggle with addiction. He forced that on us. We didn't choose it.
