Drunk or just drinking, Skye had passed many hours trying not to think about the hunt, about the gun and Andrew Lockwood, about any of it. She had drunk to get loaded, to get wasted, to get happy, to get sad, because she loved the taste, because she was against killing animals, because her husband liked rough sex, because she had nightmares about snakes under her tent, because her father had stopped loving her, because she hated Swan Lake, because she had gone to Redhawk, because she was mad at her mother for offering to trade her life for Caroline's, because Skye herself had killed a man dead.
Skye found herself lost in a whirlwind of emotions, using alcohol as an escape from the burdens she carried. She frequently indulged, whether seeking joy or relief from pain, driven by a mix of personal conflicts and memories. Each drink was a way to cope with her troubled past, her unresolved feelings towards her family, and the guilt of her actions.
Her reflections revealed a profound inner turmoil as she grappled with her role in the hunt and her complex relationships. Skye's struggles encapsulated a conflict between her love for life and her disdain for violence, ultimately marking her journey toward self-discovery amidst a backdrop of sorrow and regret.
