Morris's POV
The city lights sprawled beneath me as I stood on my apartment rooftop, praying for divine intervention. One drunken mistake at Paula's farewell party had cascaded into this nightmare. I couldn't remember a single moment from that night, yet here I was, facing consequences that threatened to destroy everything I cared about.
"Morris?" Darren's voice called from behind me.
"Up here!" I shouted back, not turning away from the cityscape.
Heavy footsteps approached as my friends filed onto the roof. Darren reached me first, concern etched across his face. "Man, what's going on? You sounded completely broken on the phone."
"I'm drowning, Darren. Completely drowning." The words felt like gravel in my throat.
Grady rubbed his hands together with misplaced enthusiasm. "Well, whatever it is, a good drink will help sort things out!"
