Voicemail sent on 6 March 2012 at 11:46 a.m.

"Ya know, what's crazy?"

Her voice was slurry and I braced myself for what she had to say. I had already guessed that she was an emotional drunk.

"Drinkin' all night an' in the morning too! Heh, I gulped down an entire bottle of Vodka at eight in the morning, and you know what happened then?"

She paused and giggled.

"I freakin' passed out, that's what! Ha! My dad found me on the sidewalk and he carried me home like a little princess. I wish you did that. You never carried me like that.... Always sayin' shit like I'm too heavy.....I'M NOT FAT, OKAY STEVE?!"