I was reluctant to accept it, but I did. And that was the last thing I remembered.
I woke up an hour later, drenched in alcohol, to the sound of screaming and chaos. And my daughter was gone.
Isaac stormed in front of me before I could even get up from the couch. “How could you do this!? How could you kill our daughter!?”
That was the moment my life ended. My daughter was dead.
“What- what do you mean? Solana is in her bedroom. What do you mean dead!?” I ran up the stairs to her room, calling her name. But she was nowhere to be found.
When I came back down, Isaac was shaking with rage. Naomi was there, trying to comfort him. “You need to calm down, Isaac. You know it’s the alcohol. I told you she had started drinking in secret.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Where is my child?“
Naomi shook her head. “Look at her. Even now, she’s still intoxicated.”
Isaac grabbed my shirt. “How could you! How could you do this!?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about! Where is my daughter?”
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he shoved his phone in my face. There was a picture of me on the screen, surrounded by bottles of alcohol and cigarettes. It looked like I was passed out.