Hope
My mobile buzzed at the side of my bed. I hadn’t slept much as Caleb had come banging the door down early this morning. I couldn’t believe he was rat-arsed.
I’d never seen him drunk and drunk off his skull, he’d had bad news and it had hit him hard. I can’t say I blame him for drinking his problems away, but it wasn’t the best thing he had done by far. It would only take the pain away from you from the time you are drunk to the time you are sober, then you still have to deal with it all, and drinking yourself into oblivion isn’t the smartest thing to do.
I answered the call. “Hello.”
“Good morning Miss Evans this is Mr. Maculky, sorry to disturb you so early in the morning.”
“It’s fine.” I yawned.
“I have good news for you.” He paused. “Miss. Connie Winters has agreed to meet up
