CHAPTER 121: COPING WITH GRIEF

"Two more shots, please!" Cecilia yelled over the loud music. The bartender eyed her with concern before leaning in. "Ma'am, don't you think you've had enough for the night?" "What are you, my mom?" Cecilia shot back, flashing a sly grin. "I'm just looking out for you," the bartender replied. Cecilia's eyes narrowed, her anger bubbling up. "Shut your mouth and do your job!" The young bartender did a surprised double take, shaking his head in disappointment. "Two shots coming up," he called out, pouring her drinks. He'd been watching her all night, sensing her hopelessness. Her drinks had been spiked twice, and he'd discreetly replaced them. He recognized the desperation in her eyes – the same look his best friend had before stepping in front of a train. "There," Pedro muttered, sliding the shots toward her. "Thanks," Cecilia said. "I'm happier when you comply, not lecture. You're not paid to do that." She downed a shot, grimacing as the alcohol burned her throat. "You're rig