Harry Glennon

Dependent

Drip Drip Drip The echo of the dripping sink faucet reverberated through every part of Vicki Levitt’s being as she scrubbed the bathroom floor. It was basically unused since Gavin had last been there; maybe a year, maybe two since the last relapse. Tim, her husband, had made it clear: if he goes out again, he doesn’t come back.