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Chapter 37

KYRIE.

I gulped the last shot of vodka and waited for the burn to do something. Anything. Burn the image out of my skull, cauterize the ache, or dull the humiliation slowly ripping down my ego.

Spoiler alert: it didn't do shit.

I needed more. A fucking lobotomy, maybe. Or a blackout.

God.

I had...