On The Couch
Ah. That meant Bre was home. She was 22 and spent just about every night she could out partying. Since it was summer, and our parents were gone for two weeks, this meant she did it basically every night. I heard a thump from downstairs, and when I didn't hear the sound of Bre's feet on the stairs coming up to her room, I started to get a little worried. She'd passed out on the living room floor a few days ago. I wondered if she'd done that again. Last time I hadn't found out until...