In her own way, Skip had tried. Delivered the whiskey and offered up the only kind of distraction she knew. Or at least that she wanted to offer. Sitting and talking? Just made things too awkward.

That was what she'd done, drinking and sleeping around. Keeping her mind off the Accident and everything that had followed. She still hit it hard when that cropped up in her mind and she couldn't shake it.

"Glad you're okay, though."