Chapter 22

　　As Sally and John arrived at John's house, Sally's stress seemed to hang heavy in the air around her. She glanced at an assortment of bottles on a shelf, then turned to John. "Do you have any alcohol? I could use a drink." 　　John nodded, his concern evident in his eyes. "Of course, Sally. Let me grab something for you." 　　Sally watched as John fetched a bottle of wine and two glasses. The stress of the evening, along with her confusing feelings for Gavin and her own inner turmoil, pushed her to seek solace in the wine. 　　One glass turned into two, and then three. The room began to sway slightly as Sally felt the alcohol take its toll. She giggled at something John said, her laughter sounding a bit too forced. 　　John's expression shifted, and he gently took the wine glass from her hand. "I think that's enough for now, Sally. You've had quite a bit." 　　Sally pouted playfully. "Aw, but I'm having fun, John." 　　He chuckled softly, his concern evident. "I know you are, but I want to make