Chapter Five

“Should I start at the beginning?” I ask with a small grin, and Glen just puts a hand up to silence me.

“No. NO,” he rushes to say. “That was a rhetorical question.” We both laugh at this and the air becomes lighter. I just focus on his eyes, trying to forget the fact that we’re locked into a one person men’s room. He doesn’t say anything for a while and I can tell that he’s trying to figure me out. He’s trying to decide whether he even wants me to see Spencer again.

“Does she ever talk about me?” I ask quietly, and he just smiles, resting on the sink. I wrap two arms around my body.

“For the first month she talked about you everyday. Non-stop. But then she stopped.” I frown at this, but Glen notices because he is quick to say more. “That’s when the drinking started,” he added looking away and I just sighed.

“So…I turned her into an alcoholic?” I ask, with wide eyes and Glen chuckles again.

“Ashley, Spencer is a big girl. She started drinking because she wanted to.” I nod that I understand and take a deep breath. “But…” Glen starts and I was expecting this. I was expecting a catch. “Before I let you see her I need to know that you aren’t here to hurt her.” I look up at him and his eyes are serious, so serious that I visibly gulp.

“Look Glen,” I began, standing up straighter and trying to find the words. “I took one look at your sister and my entire life up until that point seemed pointless, meaningless even. And then she just disappeared. Now you tell me, how do you think that felt?” I give Glen a moment to think about my question and he just nods. “And then I came here tonight and walked right into her. I mean she was there, singing in front of me, and smiling and taking my breath away. So…once again, you tell me, am I here to hurt her?”

Glen blinks a couple of times before the corners of his mouth perk up. “She’s probably backstage resting if you’re ready to see her. Do you need me to take you?” he asks, and now it’s my turn to chuckle