63-I Did What?

John drug himself to the door before his legs collapsed. He hit the floor hard but kept trying to reach the door even though he knew Anna was gone. “What the hell happened?” John thought to himself as he rolled over to his back. His head felt like lead and his tongue was thick. Black spots danced in front of his eyes and he knew he was going to vomit. “Anna,” He croaked as he watched the ceiling fan move back and forth.

“She’s not here, you know that. Here honey let me help you up.” Isabel said as she lifted John and helped him back to bed. He flopped back onto the coverlet and wished he was dead.

“Why are you in my room? And why are you calling me Honey?”

Isabel sat beside him and brushed the hair back of his forehead as his eyes closed in misery. “Don’t you remember? I came over to make amends and you and I had a drink. One thing led to another and we ended up here.”

“That’s not possible, I was waiting for Anna and you barged in.”