“You heard me, Grant. You’re going to rehab.”
“I’m not—”
“You’re stepping down from the firm, and I’m taking over for you until you complete rehab.”
“I don’t fucking need rehab,” I growled, climbing to my feet.
“Look outside the bathroom door and tell me you don’t need rehab.” My throat clogged, making it difficult to breathe, like that time I choked on a peppermint in church when I was eight. “Never mind, you don’t have to go far; look at the vomit on the floor. You’ve been a functional alcoholic for all these years, and what pisses me off the most is how damn good you were at hiding it. You can go to rehab or permanently give up your position at Baker Personal Injury & Law. What will you decide?”
I don’t have a choice, do I? Go to rehab or lose the last thing I love.
“I… I’ll go.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Kiyah
Two Weeks Later
Loud whispering outside my bedroom door forced a groan out of me. Tweedledee and Tweedledum were strategizing on how to convince me to leave the house. It didn’t take long for the loud whispers to become offended scoffs. Annoyed, I threw the cover back and slid out of bed. The fussing stopped as soon as I swung the door open.
“Ew,” Nori said after taking one look at me. Despite my depression and sour mood, I smiled. Daisy reached out, fondled one of my dry curls, and frowned.
“Double ew.”
“When did you guys get back?”
“This morning,” Nori answered. “We got off the plane and came straight here to check on you.”
“You didn’t have to do that. I’m sure Uncle Ant has been foaming at the mouth, waiting for you to return.”
She shrugged nonchalantly. “I wouldn’t know—he’s blocked until tomorrow.”
My eyes widened. “Why did you block your dad?”
Daisy pushed past me and made a beeline for my closet.
“Because he was texting and calling throughout my entire honeymoon. What are you doing? Where did you eat? How isthe weather? Do you need me to send you money? Send me a picture.”
“I bet you answered his text when he asked if you needed money.”
She snorted. “You’re damn right I did, and I spent it all on my lovely wife.”
“Screw you, Nori,” Daisy announced from the closet. Nori rolled her eyes and motioned in Daisy’s direction.
“You see how ungrateful women can be?”
“Ungrateful? You didn’t buy shit for me.”
“I bought you lingerie,” Nori argued, finally entering my bedroom.
“You spent twenty grand on lingerie foryourpleasure.”
“Potato, potahtoh,” Nori said, blowing Daisy off.
“What do you think about this dress?” Daisy asked, showing off a dress in my closet that still had the price tag on it.
“I—”