He's not to blame for his mothers death.
“How can you think you’re to blame?”
“How can you?” He looks at me and I swallow. “Look, you don’t need to tell me now, but at some point, you need to talk about whatever it was Raven.”
I nod, knowing he is right, but it’s a scary thought. I need to change the conversation as it’s depressing.
“Guess I’ll need to find a new place to dance at, as no doubt I’m out of a job.” I laugh slightly.
“No, you still got it. Don’t worry, I made sure they knew you weren’t well. Ava knows you’re fine, nothing else was said though. She complained to Emmett that the parties are lonely without you again.” He smiles and I nod.
“Sh*t, parties are going to suck like f*ck without alcohol.”
He laughs and looks at me. “I drink Raven. The difference is, I drink with
