Instead of trying to go back to sleep she tossed the covers aside and got out of bed. Reaching for the robe at the foot of the bed, she put it on and crossed the room to the door. She stepped out into the hallway. Her eyes were immediately drawn to Simon's bedroom door and just like that the dream came back to haunt her. Taking a deep breath, she headed downstairs to the kitchen, where she found Daniel. He was sitting at the island, drinking from a bottle of whiskey. "You won't find any answers at the bottom of that bottle." He lowered the bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Mind your own damn business," he rasped. Haley looked into his bloodshot eyes. "I can't do that." She pulled out a chair and sat down beside him. "Your well-being matters to me." She laid her hand on his shoulder. "You don't need that bottle. Why don't you give it to me?" "Go away," Daniel growled, shrugging her hand off his shoulder. She sighed heavily and rubbed her forehead. "Fine. I won't bother you anymore.
