Chapter 11

But the bickering started again, fights behind closed doors because they didn’t want to get into anything in front of the baby. He started drinking again, like he had when the team first broke up, and Meredith always had something to say about that. He spent hours staring into a bottle as if the answers were written deep down on the bottom, and if he could just drink enough, if he could just get far enough inside, then maybe he could make things work. If he just tried harder, worked harder, lovedmore…

That he couldn’t do. He loved Kasey, yes. She was his flesh and blood, his child, he couldn’t not love her. But he had never loved Meredith—she had only been a convenience, something to bury himself in when Charlie was gone.