C56 Wait For Me.

LAYLA

May 16th 2018

I unscrew the cap from the bottle of Jack Daniels in my grasp, taking a massive swig from the bottle, and I hiss as the burning sensation slowly travels through my system, heating me from within.

"I'm sorry, baby," I apologise to my husband as I empty the contents of the bottle over his grave.

I came here today to confess my sins, ask for forgiveness and say my farewells