The more bottles she pulled out, the more I realized just how far gone her father had been. None of the bottles had dust on them. Even if dust covered the surrounding area, the bottles were clean. All of them were one brand or another of whiskey or vodka, like she had said. Then she opened a hidden door in the pantry, revealing a slew of unopened bottles waiting to take the place of those open ones, and then she said that was just this floor and the ones she knew about. My heart sank. Nothing we had done to help her mother had done a damn thing. “I didn’t show these to you to make you feel bad. I am thankful you guys all thought to try and help my mom, but there was nothing any of you could have done. She was the only one that could have chosen to leave and would never hear of it.” Nodding
