Coming Home(57)
Once they were back out on the street, Danny began leaning a bit more of his weight on her, and she wrapped both arms around his waist, trying to steady him. “Just a little farther, okay? My car is right there.”
“Where’s my car?” he asked, and Leah shook her head.
“You’re not driving tonight. Please don’t argue, okay? I have your keys. You can come back and get your car tomorrow.”
He leaned down, pressing his lips to the top of her head again. “I would never tell you no,” he said into her hair. “But you already know that, don’t you?”
She gritted her teeth together, trying to focus on getting them across the street. Right foot, left foot. Right foot, left foot. Not his breath in her hair, or his hands on her body, or those words on his lips. Right foot, left foot.
She managed to help him into the passenger side, and as she walked around the back of the car, she saw him fall forward, burying his face in his hands as he rested on the dashboard. She stopped short, biting her lower lip as she looked in the back seat for a plastic bag, or a container of some type.
She hadn’t even thought about the possibility of him getting sick.
Leah rubbed her hand over her forehead before she slid into the driver’s seat and closed the door, and she placed her hand on his lower back, rubbing soothing circles.
“Do you feel sick?”
He shook his head.
“If you need me to pull over, just tell me, okay?”
He nodded.
She took a breath as she dropped her hand from his back. “Alright,” she said as she exhaled. “Where do you live?”
“In my apartment,” he mumbled into the dashboard.
“That’s helpful, Danny,” she sighed, looking around the car. She noticed the outline of his wallet through the back pocket of his pants, and Leah bit her lip before she reached over and slid her hand into his pocket, removing the wallet.
“Leah,” he groaned. “What are you doing to me?”
“I need your ID so I can get your address. Just shush, okay?”
She quickly typed his address into her phone’s GPS before folding his wallet and dropping it into her cup holder, and just as she pulled out onto the street, he fell back against the seat, his hands falling limply into his lap.
“A year. Can you believe it? How could it be a year?”
“What’s a year?” she asked softly.
He dragged his hands down his face before he exhaled heavily. “What the f*ck was I thinking?” he yelled, causing Leah to jump, and she glanced over at him, blinking quickly.
“I wasn’t thinking, you know? I just…I wasn’t. But what was I supposed to do?” he said, his voice softening significantly. “What was I supposed to do?”
He covered his face with his hands as he rested his forehead on the dash again, and then he slammed his fist down on top of it. “What was I supposed to do?” he asked again, and Leah’s stomach twisted.
She had not the slightest idea what he was talking about, but there was so much pain in his voice that she felt like she might cry.
She knew what that kind of suffering felt like.
Leah took a tiny breath as she reached over and resumed rubbing circles on the small of his back.
“And then you,” he mumbled against the dashboard.
She held her breath, waiting for him to continue, but he never did. He didn’t speak again for the remainder of the drive, and Leah kept her hand on his back, trying to soothe him. It wasn’t until she pulled up to the curb in front of his building that she realized she might have a huge problem on her hands. If he had passed out, based on how drunk he was, there’d be no waking him up. If that were the case, she had no idea how she would get him out of the car and up the stairs.
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