Donna held a cup in her hand. It seemed like she was preparing to pour some water, but her face was very red, and her eyes were a little lost. Donna looked at me with a faraway look when I came in, as if she was discerning who I was.
"Logan, you're back." She recognized me quickly and greeted me with a smile. I was not smiling, I was worried.
I looked directly at Donna and said, "What did you do today?"
Donna did not reply to me directly. She laughed loudly and then wobbled to my side. There was a strong scent of alcohol coming from her that made me cough and gasp for air.
Just how much did she drink? This was twice in 2 days she'd been drinking.
Donna walked up to me and said with a stupid smile, "Where did you go today?"
I subconsciously took a step back to avoid the overwhelming s
