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“Garrett, ill talk I love you”

I hung up and trudged into the building The woht now I didn’t kno to help my own brother

Chapter Eight

I didn’t have the energy to make dinner or even order pizza Greer texted that she had another late night at the Capitol and was going to spend as left of it with Preston

I couldn’t bla

I made it to the top floor, kicked off s to the end of the cushions,the underside of my calf

Garrett ignored my calls and my texts all days I tried twice before I left the office, but his voicemail was full

I closed my eyes for a second and reer Three full minutes that I used to hold over his head It was hard to think about him that way anymore All I could see was the illness And I hated myself for it There was et out of his oay He wouldn’t accept help He wouldn’t accept his diagnosis That’s what it always came back to He rejected that he was bi-polar andto stick with treatment the vicious cycle would never end

For tonight he was safe He was on one of his peaks He had so he looked forward to He had an outlet for his art He had friends It as co next that worried me

I peeled lass of wine

The bottle glugged as the criht I wandered to the deck and stooped to turn on the lights

The first sob came from my shoulders, but the next one from my stomach

I tried to simultaneously drink the hile I cried It was a pathetic atte

I’d never experienced loneliness like I had here The isolation was unbearable tonight I dabbed at my tears and tried to take a steady breath I wanted more wine and walked back to the kitchen

Garrett made me feel helpless Part of me resented that about hi able to help Preventedwhat he needed It isted and unbearable