Chapter 121: Every Family Has Its Own Cross to Bear

As he drove past a night market, Lewis Casson hesitated, then pulled over and grabbed some local snacks for Emmy Saiger. About ten minutes later, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. He caught the heavy reek of alcohol. His brow knit, and he hurried into the living room. There she was: Emmy sat on the floor with her hair in a tangle, drinking straight from the bottle. Empty bottles and crumpled snack bags littered the floor around her. Hearing him, she turned her head. "You're back! Oh?...