Chapter 63

Trey

After taking Jeremiah to lunch and dropping him back off, I return to my place to find my sister sprawled out on the couch, an empty wine bottle on the coffee table beside her.

I grimace at her sleeping form. I didn't know she drank. When I met Kiara, I recall her mentioning that her "friend" avoided alcohol out of fear becoming like her parents. Well, whatever happened in New York must've changed her mind.

I throw away the bottle and gently shake her awake. "Candice, wake up. We need to talk."

She groans, rolling over to face me. "What time is it?"

"Two in the afternoon. Shouldn't you be at work?"

Her face scrunches up like a used tissue. "Shouldn't you be off fucking my best friend? Oh wait, you already did that."

Her slurred attempt to deflect doesn't faze me. "Did you lose your job when you went chasing after your girlfriend? There's no way they let you take leave for that long."

I don't even think she's left the house since she's been here and that's extremely concer