Stephanie sat on the couch, two bottles of Hennessy on the ground and a plastic cup she poured it into.
"You must feel really special to have a man like Zyran as your husband, don't you?" Stephanie pulled up her upper lip, taking a large gulp from her cup. "Just like Ken, he's going to leave you, Mila. That's how much you mean to these men...they're all going to leave you!!"
The young woman gritted her teeth, her hair flying in different directions like she'd been dragging it since she came back. Her bags and shoes all over the place, and her eyes unfocused.
"This is why you can't keep a baby, you're an alcoholic." Wilson tutted, going to the shelf to pick a book. He turned it over and checked the author, then nodded at his pick. He turned his attention to Stephanie, who had been in one position since they returned after she had crashed out screaming and threatening to kill Milena Dennis.
