Chapter 14

Raya

My head was aching badly by the time I woke up the next morning and I realized I had drunk way too much after realizing that there was nothing I could do to the tear in the dress.

It was disastrous.

Kendall had apologized over and over again, and I had tried to find a solution over and over again, not because I didn't know how to stitch up a cloth but because I didn't have the equipment, so I had done the next best thing I could think of, which was drink myself to a stupor.

I stood up from bed and went straight to the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of water and I gulped down all its contents before I got my kettle ready to prepare a mug of coffee.

My beloved son walked into the kitchen too as I prepared the coffee, and he sat on a stool, "sweetheart, how was your night?" I asked and he shrugged.

"Okay. And how was yours?"

I cocked my head, "okay..."

"Are you sure though? Because you were swearing a lot last night, and then you started talking in your sleep. It was like you