Chapter 25

After returning from Harlport, Clyde sank into a deep depression, locking himself inside his house and drinking around the clock. When Evelyn opened the door, the stench of alcohol hit her so hard she instinctively stepped back. After a moment to steady herself, she pinched her nose and walked in. Clyde was sitting on the floor, slumped against the couch. When he noticed someone had come in, a flicker of hope sparked in his eyes, only to fade the moment he saw it was Evelyn. "Clyde, stop drinking." Evelyn yanked the bottle from his hand. He grabbed another and took a long drink. "What are you here for?" Evelyn gave him a light kick, her voice edged with impatience. "To make sure you don't drink yourself to death." Despite her harsh tone, her heart ached for him. She had made him a bowl of hangover remedy. Clyde stared at it but didn't touch it. Evelyn set the bowl on the coffee table. "I got the recipe from Cece." A flicker of recognition crossed Clyde's eyes at the mention o