The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 84

The smell of liquor was overpowering. How much had he drank?

Didn't Garrison usually avoid alcohol?

And how did he even find her place? Had he... followed her from the mall this afternoon?

Damn it, she hadn't noticed a thing.

Despite her racing thoughts, Sloane stepped aside, allowing Garrison to stumble in. She had never seen this relentlessly rational and aloof man in such a drunken state.

Leaving a drunk like him out in the hallway was just asking for trouble.

"Garrison... are you drunk?" Sloane asked, her fingers subconsciously tightening around her towel.

"When are you leaving?"

He ignored the question. His gaze was locked on the open suitcase on the floor, his voice incredibly raspy.

Sloane watched him in silence.

"I asked, when are you leaving?" he repeated.

"Tomorrow."

His jaw tightened. His hands, resting at his sides, clenched into fists, relaxed, and then clenched again. He violently forced down the fire blazing in his chest.

"And when are you coming back?"

He asked again, a barely perceptible tremor in his tone.

Come back?

The question caught Sloane off guard.

She had never considered it. In her mind, this expedition was a one-way street. If she got lucky, she would survive, find The White Microbe, and finally accomplish the one thing she wanted in life. If she didn't... she'd just become a permanent fixture on that icy tundra.

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