It wasn’t unusual for Micah to be seen having a drink before he went to bed. What was unusual was the way he pulled away from your touch as you went in to hug him.

“God damn you’re so clingy,” he slurred in his drunken haze.

You felt your lower lip quiver as the tears formed in your eyes. Why was he being so mean?

“You never know when to give me space,” he said as he poured himself another drink.