C17 Chapter 17

CHASE

"So…she does drugs?"
Avery nodded miserably.
"Like what?"
She shrugged. "She smokes pot. And drinks a lot. I think that's it. But she's never been able to hold down a job. She's not responsible enough." I watched her throat work as she swallowed.

"And you take care of her?"

"She took it hard when our mom died. It's like she's still angry about it…" Avery's voice trailed off