It was part me having Danny over last night (he showed up drunk and miserable and passed out on the couch), part me getting drunk on wine in front of Aly, and part him being a 21-year-old kid suddenly forced to kind of be a dad and not knowing what the hell to do in that situation.
It was loud. He stormed out and drove off. And I’m crying.
I hope Papa doesn’t bring Alethea home any time soon. She doesn’t need to see me like this.