Only Desolation Beneath the Setting Abbott

To land a deal for Max Henson, I drank until my stomach bled. When my mother back home heard, she got on a train that same night and rode more than ten hours to see me. Her legs were bad, and she couldn't read. I couldn't stop worrying, so I had no choice but to ask Max to go pick her up. Max agreed to everything, then went off and never came back. I called more than a dozen times. I sent hundreds of messages.