The Web of Justifications

POV: DONOVAN.

My head throbbed with a relentless, sickening rhythm, the heavy darkness of unconsciousness trying to pull me under. My mouth tasted like stale ash and cheap whiskey. Even in the blackout haze, a chaotic storm of thoughts churned through my twisted mind, desperately trying to justify the catastrophic mess my life had become. I shifted against the mattress, the phantom weight of my