Chapter 22

Alice sat at the bar, nursing her second pint. She tipped the glass, poured the last few sips of warm, flat beer down her throat and asked for another.

“Are you sure?” Joseph frowned at her. “What’s up with you today?”

“I feel like drowning my sorrows,” she said, giving him a weak smile.

“Oh, babes, maybe it’s a good thing he found someone else. You said yourself he was violent—”

“But he was nice to me,” Alice whined.