CHAPTER 25

"Here, take these." Uncle Tobias says, handing me a glass of water and some toast. I gingerly hold the toast away from me —
"I hate toast."
He raises one brow at me.
"Eat the damn toast, you need to sober up."
"Eat the damn toast, you need to sober up." I mimic him, taking a bite from the corner of the toast. I chew down on it, hating the way it tastes.
"You're exactly like your father, god help me." He mutters under his breath, sitting down on the edge of his bed....