Isabelle knew about Joshua’s situation, they had been in contact all this time, though neither was very talkative.
Joshua’s front door was ajar. It could only close properly if locked, so it was usually just left slightly open. Inside, the sound of rolling bottles echoed.
Isabelle pushed the door open and walked in. She headed straight to the inner room and found Joshua sitting on the floor next to his bed. He looked dejected, surrounded by the stench of alcohol. In addition to the bottles on the floor, there was a pile of books. He struggled with the desire to change and the temptation to give up.
Joshua was clearly drunk. He stared at Isabelle for a long time without recognizing her.
Isabelle walked up to him and kicked aside a bottle, the noise snapping him to some semblance of alertness.
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